In November 1919 D. H. Lawrence arrived in Venice, thirty-four years old, a big name with a banned book behind him, scraping by on very little but with a zest for life undiminished by shaky health. He had had a bleak war--hounded out of Cornwall, humiliated in army medicals--and was now overjoyed to be free and on the move, a twentieth-century English exile who would remain passionately English to the end of his days. Philip Callow's account of Lawrence's...