
Hi all. We were busy watching the Olympic hockey game early this morning. It was crazy … but great action which required a lot of yelling and agony on my part, lol. All in all, we enjoyed streaming quite a bit of the Olympics, including much of the biathlon, figure skating, ice dancing, and hockey … as well as some of the other sports. It was a good distraction no doubt … from all the news crises going on, the latest being possible war in the Middle East. I’m sure the State of the Union address this week will be one big sham of untruths. But in the amidst this, we had a good family reunion trip to Vancouver, B.C. this past week. And for one sunny afternoon, we were even able to bike the Seawall and shoreline bike paths. That was quite a treat! You don’t get many sunny days in Vancouver in the winter, so we took full advantage of it … and it was beautiful … albeit a bit chilly.

We arrived back home just in time for my fourth and final Zoom class on Edith Wharton’s novel The House of Mirth. Each class was two+ hours long and we were full on discussing passages as we went on. It was great. I must have read the full novel like two or three times over the past month as I prepared for each class, lol. It’s a bit of a long novel too … with various layers to it, but I was in its grip. See the review down below.
Meanwhile another classic novel — Emily Bronte’s Wuthering Heights — is playing as an adapted movie at the theater in town now, and we might see it though this adaptation has received various up and down reviews, many quite terrible about how it’s not faithful to the novel etc. We will keep that in mind. Still it is spurring on new readers to the book. Maybe even I will be lured back to the days of Catherine and Heathcliff. It’s been a long while … and I find with classics you need to reread them after a decade or two goes by.
And now I’ll leave you with a review of what I finished recently.
The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton / Scribner / 1905
“She was so evidently the victim of the civilization which had produced her, that the links of her bracelet seemed like manacles chaining her to her fate.”

5 stars. This is the story of Lily Bart, a 29-year-old New York socialite at the turn of the century whose parents became financially ruined and died when she was 19/20 leaving her with very little, other than an aunt who took her in. The aunt gives her some allowances but it’s not enough for the dresses and luxuries Lily requires … or for the bridge gambling she dabbles in among her rich friends. Mostly what Lily has going for her is her incredible beauty and pretty face and she needs to marry to secure her status in high society and any future, but she’s let her early opportunities go, back when she debuted as a debutante.
Now she’s at the brink of turning 30 and sees only boring or distasteful prospects in her sights. Her friend, Selden, is a man she admires but he’s not wealthy enough for her. So she gets a bit desperate and gives some money to her friend’s husband to make on the stock market, but this turns into an entanglement she comes to regret … along with another entanglement with the heiress Bertha Dorset, who invites her to stay on her yacht during a trip to Monte Carlo and the Mediterranean.
Poor Lily. Her reputation takes a beating from schemes concocted by this nemesis. You hope upon hope Lily can restore herself and rise above her entanglements … as she has a good sense of honor about her. And there are a couple options and friends — Gerty Farish, Carry Fisher, and Selden who try to help her but somehow despite Lily’s beauty and capabilities, it’s a spiral she faces that you wouldn’t wish on anyone.
I got caught up in this debut novel as there’s turns and nuances along the way and many good passages about Lily. It’s sort of like a soap opera at times but more since Wharton is such a talented writer who’s able to weave a tale so tellingly and satirically about the times and high society in Lily’s milieu. It’s not as streamlined as Wharton’s novel Ethan Frome, but you come to feel for Lily, who’s a sympathetic protagonist even if born into a snobby existence. Near the end she comes to see those she gave charity to — like Nettie Struther — better.

I continue to be a big Wharton fan (she even was a dog lover, see photo at left) and will read more of her in the future. Though my class’s instructor didn’t like The Custom of the Country (1913) as much as The House of Mirth since he found the protagonist less likable. Still as Lesley at the blog Coastal Horizons told me: The Custom of the Country is going to be adapted into a new movie with Sydney Sweeney and Leo Woodall — who were both in The White Lotus, lol. I will have to read it before then and see it … but first here is one more line below from near the end of The House of Mirth whose protagonist — Lily Bart — I shan’t forget anytime soon.
“She felt a stealing sense of fatigue as she walked; the sparkle had died out of her, and the taste of life was stale on her lips. She hardly knew what she had been seeking, or why the failure to find it had so blotted the light from her sky: she was only aware of a vague sense of failure, of an inner isolation deeper than the loneliness about her.”
Yikes. That’s all for now. What about you — have you read Wharton and if so, what did you think?












































