Wharton, Edith: The House of Mirth
Just finished rereading Edith Wharton’s The House of Mirth (August 28, 2015) about New York’s upper crust, published in 1905, still relevant today. I won’t give away the plot (which is sumptuous), but it’s the story of Lily Bart whose problem … in her own words: “It is not always easy to be quite independent and self-respecting when one is poor and lives among rich people.”
So many home-truths, so much insight, so many brilliant characterizations, all contained in a moral universe lyrically unfolded, all of the reasons I like to read. Here’s a sampling:
- She had the art of giving self-confidence to the embarrassed, but she was not equally sure of being able to embarrass the self-confident.
- It is surprising how little narrow walls and a low ceiling matter, when the roof of the soul has suddenly been raised.
- She had been fashioned to adorn and delight; to what other end does nature round the rose-leaf and paint the hummingbird’s breast?
- The Wetheralls always went to church. They belonged to the vast group of human automata who go through life without neglecting to perform a single one of the gestures executed by the surrounding puppets.
- It is less mortifying to believe one’s self unpopular than insignificant, and vanity prefers to assume that indifference is a latent form of unfriendliness.
- She knew that if the ladies at Bellomont permitted themselves to criticize her friends openly, it was a proof that they were not afraid of subjecting her to the same treatment behind her back.
- Lily might be incapable of marrying for money, but she was equally incapable of living without it.
- She was realizing for the first time that a woman’s dignity may cost more to keep up than her carriage; and that the maintenance of a moral attribute should be dependent on dollars and cents, made the world appear a more sordid place than she had conceived it.
- Lily works like a slave preparing the ground and sowing her seed; but the day she ought to be reaping the harvest she oversleeps herself or goes off on a picnic.
- The truth about any girl is that once she’s talked about she’s done for; and the more she explains her case the worse it looks.