So here’s the thing.
First, let me start by apologising for the inordinate amount of time which this blog has spent in the dark realm of inactivity. 443 more words
One hundred sixteen years ago today, Edith Wharton published her first book. It wasn’t a novel, or a collection of short stories, but rather a treatise on 609 more words
Lily Bart in Edith Wharton’s “House of Mirth” is nurtured on ambitious expectations which can only be realized through a brilliant marriage. Although the main focus of her adult life is the pursuit of those expectations, an innate yet unperceived sense of their emptiness causes her to sabotage their fulfillment. 199 more words
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“ She sang, of course, “M’ama!” and not “he loves me,” since an unalterable and unquestioned law of the musical world required that the German text of French operas sung by Swedish artists should be translated into Italian for the clearer understanding of English-speaking audiences.