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Four out of five Americans like to think of themselves as middle-class. They’re fooling themselves, argues the author, a distinguished economist: the real middle class is smaller, poorer, yet making out better than some people think.
The pleasures of living in a certain part of Paris still linger in the American novelist’s memory, but it was no place for a man who was fighting the weight, the booze, and the cost of living—so Mr. Shaw doesn’t live there anymore.
Virginia Woolf was forty years old when she addressed this letter to Gerald Brenan, who was twelve years her junior and was to write several books. She wrote it in the year of the appearance of Jacob’s Room, three years before Mrs. Dalloway. This is drawn from The Letters of Virginia Woolf, Volume II, edited by Nigel Nicolson and Joanne Trautmann, to appear in November.