A Backward Glance. Edith Wharton. This web edition published by [email protected] Adelaide. Last updated Wednesday, December 17, at To the best of . In his Introduction, Louis Auchincloss calls the writing in A Backward Glance “as firm and crisp and lucid as in the best of her novels”.Written in , three years. Edith Wharton, the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize, vividly reflects on her Louis Auchincloss calls the writing in A Backward Glance “as firm and crisp and.

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Whether that editj reality for her or just a state of mind, to be able to put it in words; what joy! Add to that my general ignorance of the literary time period in which, and of which, she wrote and the whole thing was kind of disposable to me.

Each week, our editors select the one author and one book they believe to be most worthy of your attention and highlight them in our Pro Connect email alert. In Edith divorced Edward.

During World War I, Wharton dedicated herself to the war effort and was honored by the French government for her work with Belgian refugees. Writing, reading, the conversation of a circle of brilliant though fast-dwindling friends, travel, especially yachting the Aegean and motoring in far dharton given her identification with the French elite, I found it perfect that her exploration of Morocco was smoothed by none other than General Lyautey.

Scribner- Literary Criticism – pages. So it was good, but as this is the first thing I’ve read of Wharton – I admit, qharton odd choice – I found myself not overwhelmingly drawn in by the subject matter. My imagination lay there, coiled and sleeping, a mute hibernating creature, and at the least touch of common things–flowers, animals, words, especially the sound of words, apart from their meaning–it already stirred in its sleep, and then sank back into its own rich dream, which needed so little feeding from the outside that it instinctively rejected whatever another imagination had already adorned and completed.

Your email address will not be published. Her stories capture a prehistoric period. I have now corrected that oversight by reading her memoir, A Backward Glance. Jan 28, Khush rated it it was amazing. In spite of illness, in spite even of the archenemy sorrow, one can remain alive long past the usual date of disintegration if one is unafraid of change, insatiable in intellectual curiosity, interested in big things, and happy in small ways. Post-war1 America offended her.


She has an excellent sense of humour plus the wonderful capacity of being able to laugh at herself. I hope it went beyond frottage. Most likely in order to keep her reputation, Wharton decided not to include both her divorce with her husband Teddy, who took a mistress, embezzled badkward, and suffered from mental illness.

A backward glance – Edith Wharton – Google Books

She is selective glabce what she reveals. As far as I glanxe the only letters of mine which he kept were those in which I described my various journeys to the front, and when these were sent back to me after his death they were worn with much handing about.

With richness and delicacy, it describes the sophisticated New York society in which Wharton spent her youth, and chronicles her travels throughout Europe and her literary Lewis’s biography of Wharton, published inalong with a wealth of new biographical material, inspired an extensive reevaluation of Wharton. These small elitist wjarton fortify themselves against the rest.

From inside the book. Edie needs a villa EW’s coy “autobiography,” written in the mid30s, contains a lot of bunkum. She wrote novels of manners about the old New York society from which she came, but her attitude was consistently critical. People come and go – a lengthy list of names I’m sure making up the who’s who of the time – but almost all of them are unknown to me though Wwharton.

This supposed intimacy is a figment of Wharton’s self-impressed imagination, and almost as boring as her name-dropping list of European celebrities and nobility while touring ancient castles and villas in Italy, whose detail she somehow glosses over in favor of other cute anecdotes about her hair getting messed up glande she drives in her wharotn motor car over bumpy roads.

Edith Wharton — was an American novelist—the first woman to win a Pulitzer Prize for her novel The Age of Innocence in —as well as a short story writer, playwright, designer, reporter, and poet. If you had to choose one hundred people from your life to editg in a memoir, whom would you choose? Life is the saddest thing there is, next to death; yet there are always new countries to see, new books to read and, I hope to writea thousand little daily wonders to marvel at and rejoice in She was awarded the French Legion of Honor for her courage and distinguished work.

There were exceptions to what saw as disposable. To see what your friends thought of this book, please sign up. An extraordinary editu who became a leading writer of the backwafd more extraordinary because she became a writer in an age when women in her day in upper crust NYC were expected only to attend society events. Dont misunderstand my irreverence.


A Backward Glance: Edith Wharton’s Reflections on Her Writing Life

New York figured much more prominently in her work than whartoj did in her life. I should have liked to have him standing beside me the day the victorious armies rode by; but when I think of the years intervening between his death and that brief burst of radiance I have not the heart to wish that he had seen it. If you want some juicy details about her life, they’re there.

However, it is invariably on the quality of their conversation that she focuses rather than on the fashion of the day or any wealth on display.

Trivia About A Backward Glance. An autobiography of perhaps the outstanding figure in American letters in the past twenty five years, and a book that everyone who has cared for Edith Wharton’s books will want to read. Then her writing made perfect sense.

I loved reading it. In The Writing of FictionWharton acknowledged her debt to her friend Henry James, whose writings share with hers the descriptions of fine distinctions within a social class and the individual’s burdens of making proper moral decisions.

It was not thought necessary to feed my literary ambitions with foolscap, and for lack of paper I was driven to begging for the wrappings of the parcels delivered at the house.

She reveals much about the great man and relates some very humorous incidents, but it is always admiring and affectionate rather than gossipy. Although many of her books have recently been reprinted, there is still no complete collected edition of her work.

After a failed engagement, Edith married a wealthy sportsman, Edward Wharton. Edie needs a villa in Paris to replace “the emptiness of life in a hotel.

She won prizes, was acclaimed for her best-sellers, made dozens of erith transatlantic crossings First Class, had stately homes here and there, chartered yachts, and, frankly, never sat still – until she died in