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Book Review: House of Mirth
Oct. 2nd, 2012 09:03 pmI just finished Edith Wharton's House of Mirth. I think there is only one way to express the range and depths of my feelings about this book, and that is to scream, "What the fuck, Edith Wharton! What the fuck?"
So our heroine - I use this word loosely - our heroine is Lily Bart, scion of Old New York, whose chief object in life is to marry a rich husband and live in luxury. But! She is tragically incapable of fulfilling this goal, because her immense sensitivity makes it impossible for her to marry a man she does not love: she keeps coming to the cusp of a proposal, then sabotaging herself.
This would be an infinitely more sympathetic story if Lily's sensitivity did not seem to consist chiefly of an exquisite scorn for everyone who is not exactly to her taste. This means everyone in the world except for Lawrence Selden, the man she loves but will not marry because...because...it's never quite explained. Selden's part of high society, so it's not his position, and he seems to have a reasonable amount of money.
It's not just that I think her goals are unlikely to bring her happiness (though I do), and therefore find it frustrating that she clings to them. Not is it solely that I think she's a shallow, petty person, far less sympathetic than Wharton seems to believe (though I think that too).
She's so bloody helpless. The narrative offers her dozens of ways out of her predicament. She gets marriage offers, both from her beloved Selden and from sundry other rich men; she gets a legacy from her aunt; she has it in her power to blackmail her enemies; she has a friend who would be happy to let her move in till she gets back on her feet.
But no! None of these are acceptable to Lily! They all somehow offend her scruples - we get dragged through every vicissitude of her scruples. Her scruples are exactly nice enough to make it impossible for her to extricate herself from her difficulties, though not fine enough to prevent any of them.
( spoilers )
So our heroine - I use this word loosely - our heroine is Lily Bart, scion of Old New York, whose chief object in life is to marry a rich husband and live in luxury. But! She is tragically incapable of fulfilling this goal, because her immense sensitivity makes it impossible for her to marry a man she does not love: she keeps coming to the cusp of a proposal, then sabotaging herself.
This would be an infinitely more sympathetic story if Lily's sensitivity did not seem to consist chiefly of an exquisite scorn for everyone who is not exactly to her taste. This means everyone in the world except for Lawrence Selden, the man she loves but will not marry because...because...it's never quite explained. Selden's part of high society, so it's not his position, and he seems to have a reasonable amount of money.
It's not just that I think her goals are unlikely to bring her happiness (though I do), and therefore find it frustrating that she clings to them. Not is it solely that I think she's a shallow, petty person, far less sympathetic than Wharton seems to believe (though I think that too).
She's so bloody helpless. The narrative offers her dozens of ways out of her predicament. She gets marriage offers, both from her beloved Selden and from sundry other rich men; she gets a legacy from her aunt; she has it in her power to blackmail her enemies; she has a friend who would be happy to let her move in till she gets back on her feet.
But no! None of these are acceptable to Lily! They all somehow offend her scruples - we get dragged through every vicissitude of her scruples. Her scruples are exactly nice enough to make it impossible for her to extricate herself from her difficulties, though not fine enough to prevent any of them.
( spoilers )
