Bowen, thanks. I notice I've started to forget names of characters as soon as I finish novels. I had to think for a moment to come up with Ralph's name.
Even if Wharton didn't, I wonder if anyone does sympathize with Undine. It seems to me that, now more than ever, Americans feel that nothing other than money and the things it can buy means anything. Old money is worth no more than new money. The Marvell's and their set seem a relic. Elmer Moffit and Undine Spragg seem more in harmony with America.
Someone said that Teddy Roosevelt and Edith Wharton were both self made men. She took it as a compliment.
Wharton is one of the authors I'm most familiar with. I've read (listed in order of how much I've enjoyed them) The Age of Innocence, Ethan Frome, The Custom of the Country, Summer, and The House of Mirth. I've also read (again in order of enjoyment) The Writing of Fiction, A Backward Glance, and A Motorflight through France. I remember the autobiography as quite interesting and the travel book as really dull.
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