Published in The Atlantic in 1880
An unpublished story by Edith Wharton
“What I mean to try for is the observation of that strange moment when the vaguely adumbrated characters whose adventures one is preparing to record are suddenly there, themselves, in the flesh, in possession of one, and in command of one’s voice and hand.”
A poem
Edith Wharton reflects on her European travels in the final installment of a three-part series.
Edith Wharton reflects on her European travels in the second installment of a three-part series.
Edith Wharton reflects on her European travels in the first installment of a three-part series.
"The hand was a woman's—a dead drooping hand, which hung there convulsed helpless, as though it had been thrust forth in denunciation of some evil mystery within the house, and had sunk struggling into death"
Greek pottery of Arezzo
A poem