Review: Edith Wharton’s “The House of Mirth”
Lily Bart, ornament of 1900s New York society, is refined, cynical, and must get married to ensure she can maintain the lifestyle to which she is accustomed. However, her beauty and thoughtless conquests have made many an enemy, and this novel watches the inevitable train wreck of that societal dream (albeit in her private carriage only). Astute, alert, analytical; a fine piece of writing with a resolutely hollow outcome. Moral of the story: even being able to trim your own hats is not enough to fend off the slings and arrows of misfortune when Society hates your gorgeous guts.
Where it came from: Opshop
Time and manner of reading: A few days of kaleidoscopic reads
Where it went: Home
Best line of the book: —
Reminds me of/that: —
Who I’d recommend it to: Those who need some beautiful bleakness – masochists?
Also reading: Being Alive edited by Neil Astley; Stella Miles Franklin by Jill Roe; Gould’s Book of Fish by Richard Flanagan; The Fatal Englishman by Sebastian Faulks