most overrated acclaimed author?

I love the guy. D.H. Lawrence is a favorite of mine. It took me a while to get into his work seriously. Like most of my generation I started with Lady Chatterley, far from his best book, and then I became a real grownup around the age of twenty-one or thereabouts and I was "reintroduced" to him by a woman I knew and then, like in a flash of lightning, it all came together. No, I don't mean it quite the way it sounds. That, too, but Lawrence was a hugely artistic man, a master of the English language, he wrote beautifully, lyrically, about many things, and he delved into the business of how men and women relate to one another, as men and women, bringing it all to  a near spiritual level,--some would say he got there, I'd say yes, however more in his imagination, in his art, really, than in his life--and the result was a series of novels and stories that many, including me, consider among the best in English literature, in English language literature, of the 20th century--and Lawrence now feels like a giant to me, and I don't humble all that easily. In his case, I yield to the Master. To the aforementioned I feel obliged to add that the man was only human, after all, that he had his failings as a writer (is there a proper "sigh" emoticon for this?), and that not everything he wrote was great or even all that good. When he was at the top of his game,--yes, I know this is a somewhat crude way to put it, but this is a movie site, not a literary one--he was as good as it gets. The man was a genius, yet he's not for all tastes. His flights of fancy could get awfully fancy sometimes; and at his worst he can come off as pretty darn high falutin', but he had it, he was a great writer, and he knew it. Why should he have "posed", and it would have been a literal pose, as a regular bloke or, as we in the States like to say, a Common Man? He was a refined man, and a rather delicate one at that, physically and emotionally, and he wrote about things we all share in common. Passions, for instance. I've never read a book length biography of Lawrence, but my sense of him is that he reached so high that he fell, and it killed him. Some people, and many artists, are like that. Yet I think that Lawrence was fortunate in having truly got hold of issues that were well within his range as a writer; what he wrote about were often things, more specifically, problems, including confusion, all of which he bore himself, and which he handled splendidly. On this note I should probably conclude my lengthy panegyric.