D.H. Lawrence the anti-Strindberg, and the precursor to Raymond Carver?

WS suggested D.H. Lawrence's The White Stocking and, yes, it's a very good story about strife and jealousy in a young marriage - in some ways a story atypical of Lawrence, but by the end Lawrence uses this vehicle as yet another way to convey his omnipresent themes. The story, fairly simple in plot, begins with a 20ish married (two years) couple waking on Valentine's Day the wife received some letters in "the post" including an unsigned Valentine with pearl earrings wrapped in a white stocking. She confesses to her husband that her former boss at the factory sent them to her, which of course provokes rage - and a flashback, as we see the couple entering an xmas party two+ years back, when they were just starting to date, and the factory owner essentially hijacks the young woman as his dance partner for the night (he's the host of the party as well) and the guy, who doesn't dance, retreats to the card room and plays cribbage. Back to the present, and the husband in a fit of jealous rage smacks his wife across the mouth. She bleeding, humiliated - but tamed like an animal, it seems. So here's the weirdness of DHL: women used to say and maybe still do that more than any other male writer he "got" female sexual drives; this story's a great example, as he very ably conveys the woman's attraction to two very different men, the big and domineering factory owner and the clumsy but endearing man she eventually marries - lots of physical description (her hsuband's skin white like marble, e.g.) and also lots of Lawrentian blather about melting and fusion. Still, all to the good, women can recognize these feelings and men can comprehend them. But then we get to the dark side of DHL: his depiction of the female need to be dominated and humiliated (or is it the male need to dominate and humliate?), subjugated, (he's the anti-Strindberg actually, but each perverse in his own way). It's this perverse and thank god outdated view of sexual relations that has no doubt moved DHL out of the pantheon and to the margins of the literary canon. Too bad because as I'm seeing from re-reading a selection of his stories (Penguin edition, complete in 3 volumes) there are some really fine ones: The White Stocking, in its evocation of a tumultuous xmas party at which relationships shift and realign, certainly evokes Joyce's The Dead, and his intimate portrait of an edgy and still inchoate marital relationship is a precursor to the great work of Raymond Carver.