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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422</id><updated>2009-10-28T14:19:41.158-07:00</updated><title type="text">Edith Wharton in the News</title><subtitle type="html">News Items &lt;br&gt;about Edith Wharton</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>212</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><link rel="self" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/EdithWhartonInTheNews" type="application/atom+xml" /><feedburner:browserFriendly>This is an XML content feed. It is intended to be viewed in a newsreader or syndicated to another site, subject to copyright and fair use.</feedburner:browserFriendly><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com" /><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-1368086385370918850</id><published>2009-10-28T14:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T14:19:41.166-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Mount" /><title type="text">Vote for The Mount</title><content type="html">Help The Mount raise money by voting for us at Tourism Cares!&lt;br /&gt;The organization Tourism Cares, the philanthropic and education arm of the tourism industry, has developed a new initiative. This program, Save our Sites, enables the public to vote for a site which they would like to see supported, and Tourism Cares will award a grant to the winner. The Mount was chosen for the shortlist, and we would very much like to encourage all of our supporters to vote for us! The grants are for various purposes, and The Mount has applied for funds to help with some of the most immediate structural repairs which are a continuing and critical part of the restoration of the property.  All you have to do is visit their website &lt;a href="http://www.tourismcares.org/save-our-sites/polling-options"&gt;http://www.tourismcares.org/save-our-sites/polling-options&lt;/a&gt; and cast your vote by clicking on the list on the right of the page. Every vote counts and we hope that everyone who cares about The Mount will help us. Please take the time to help us by voting and letting all of your friends know to vote for The Mount! We appreciate your support!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-1368086385370918850?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/1368086385370918850/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=1368086385370918850&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/1368086385370918850" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/1368086385370918850" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2009/10/vote-for-mount.html" title="Vote for The Mount" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-7309951835759478707</id><published>2009-10-11T14:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-11T15:24:56.436-07:00</updated><title type="text">Edith Wharton Always Had Paris</title><content type="html">New York Times: &lt;a href="http://travel.nytimes.com/2009/10/11/travel/11footsteps.html"&gt;Edith Wharton Always Had Paris &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;See also the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/slideshow/2009/10/11/travel/20091011-footsteps-slideshow_index.html"&gt;slideshow of Paris locations associated with her work.&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE many of the characters in her novels, Edith Wharton made frequent use of concealment, reserve and deception in her own life. So it was fitting that the leading American female writer of the early 20th century experienced her first and most likely only passionate love affair in the city of Paris, far removed from her homes in New York and New England.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The pleasure she found in Paris in the years before World War I became a cover for the pleasure she took from the clandestine relationship with Morton Fullerton, a handsome, Frenchified, well-read American cad who worked as Paris correspondent for The Times of London.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“I am sunk in the usual demoralizing happiness which this atmosphere produces in me,” Wharton wrote in a letter at the end of 1907. She added, “The tranquil majesty of the architectural lines, the wonderful blurred winter lights, the long lines of lamps garlanding the avenues &amp; the quays — je l’ai dans mon sang!” (“I have it in my blood!”)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;For Wharton, Paris was a place of liberation. Intellectual women like her were listened to in this city. The setting was both aesthetically beautiful and logistically enabling for her romance, which she embarked upon in her mid-40s and kept secret from both her husband and her circle of friends.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“Theirs was a discreet adultery,” said Hermione Lee, the author of “Edith Wharton” (Alfred A. Knopf), the definitive biography of the writer. “It worked in Paris in a way that it never would have in America.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;She and Fullerton plotted their encounters via the text-message technology of the era: a furious exchange of brief notes delivered often several times a day by the Paris postal system.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“At the Louvre at one o’c in the shadow” of Diana, she wrote in one note. Today, the white marble sculpture of Diana, the goddess of the hunt, nude and reclining, her right arm wrapped around the neck of a stag, sits in a little-visited room up four sets of stairs off the Louvre’s Marly sculpture court. It is an excellent meeting place for a private rendezvous. &lt;br /&gt;Her apartment hotel, when she needed temporary lodging, was the Hôtel de Crillon, recently opened in a late-18th-century building on the Place de la Concorde, which catered, she felt, to a cultured crowd. She detested the Ritz, where the newly rich but uncultivated Americans stayed, calling it the Nouveau Luxe in her fiction.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There is no Wharton suite or bar in the Crillon. My search of the Crillon’s guest books kept in the safe turned up the signatures of several other luminaries who stayed in the early years: Andrew Carnegie in 1913, Theodore Roosevelt in 1914, King George V of Britain in 1915. But there is no entry by Wharton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Since she had described her Crillon space as “a very nice apartment up in the sky, overlooking the whole of Paris,” the hotel management believes that she must have rented what is now the Bernstein Suite, the sixth-floor set of rooms named after Leonard Bernstein, the American composer and conductor, who lived there off and on until his death in 1990. With its two terraces that give out onto the Place de la Concorde and the Pleyel grand piano that he played in the living room, it goes for 8,220 euros (the equivalent of more than $12,000) a night. &lt;br /&gt;[continue reading at above link]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-7309951835759478707?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/7309951835759478707/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=7309951835759478707&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/7309951835759478707" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/7309951835759478707" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2009/10/edith-wharton-always-had-paris.html" title="Edith Wharton Always Had Paris" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-6279078887706200241</id><published>2009-08-06T14:23:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T14:23:48.745-07:00</updated><title type="text">The Wharton Salon</title><content type="html">June 18, 2009&lt;br /&gt;FOR IMMEDIATE RELEASE&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHARTON PLAYS RETURN TO THE MOUNT&lt;br /&gt;THE WHARTON SALON: Xingu (August 20-23)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[THE MOUNT, LENOX, MA] A new forward-looking theatre ensemble, The Wharton Salon, in partnership with The Mount returns the adapted stories of Edith Wharton to the stage August 20-23 for a limited run of two evening and two morning performances in the drawing room of Wharton's historic home. The Salon's first production will be the delightful comedy Xingu adapted by Dennis Krausnick featuring Wharton veteran actors Corinna May, Daniel Osman, Diane Prusha and Tod Randolph with newcomers Lydia Barnett-Mulligan, Jennie Burkhard Jadow, Rory Hammond and Karen Lee, directed by Catherine Taylor-Williams. Xingu performs Thursday and Friday at 5:30 pm, Saturday and Sunday at 10:30 am. Tickets are $35 General Admission and include a Day Pass to The Mount. For tickets and information, call 413-551-5113 or visit www.edithwharton.org; www.whartonsalon.org&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"The Wharton plays were an enormous asset to the cultural life of the Berkshires and I am delighted we can bring them back in a new form," &lt;br /&gt;says Taylor-Williams. "I have missed the combination of these terrific actors, Wharton's home and her wonderful adapted stories. I am grateful to Susan Wissler and The Mount for the opportunity to share these plays with audiences once again, to Dennis Krausnick and Shakespeare &amp; Company who began this work and inspired my love for Wharton, and I'm especially happy to be reunited with one of the most important characters in the plays, the house."&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"We are thrilled to have The Wharton Salon with us at The Mount," says Executive Director Susan Wissler. "What an enlivening experience to see the stories of Edith Wharton performed in her historic home. We look forward to many great collaborations with The Wharton Salon"&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Published in 1916, Edith Wharton's Xingu centers around Mrs. Ballinger (May), a society hostess in the town of Hillbridge, and the Lunch Club, a curious grouping of women who have gathered to host celebrated author, Osric Dane, (Randolph) with a discussion of her recent novel, The Wings of Death. The meeting is off to a terrible start, as no subjects of conversation can be found to endear the author to her audience and the meeting is heading for social disaster when the Club is "rescued" by the introduction of a fascinating subject, Xingu, by the Club's most unpredictable member, Fanny Roby (Lee). Roby immediately leaves, having remembered "a pressing engagement to play bridge" - celebrated author in tow. The Club members praise their good fortune of being rid of the author, and their knowledge of Xingu, until they make a startling discovery..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edith Wharton (1862-1937) was born into a tightly controlled society known as "Old New York" at a time when women were discouraged from achieving anything beyond a proper marriage. Wharton broke through these strictures to become one of America's greatest writers. Author of The Age of Innocence, Ethan Frome, and The House of Mirth, she wrote over 40 books in 40 years, including authoritative works on architecture, gardens, interior design, and travel. Essentially self-educated, she was the first woman awarded the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, an honorary Doctorate of Letters from Yale University and a full membership in the American Academy of Arts and Letters.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Wharton Salon performs the stories of Edith Wharton and her contemporaries in adaptation, offering a unique intimacy between author, actor and audience, and a view of The Mount's fantastic gardens with the Berkshire hills beyond. Salon plays are performed in the air-conditioned drawing room, and on temperate days the terrace doors are open, welcoming the outdoors into the playing space.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The Mount was designed and built by Edith Wharton in 1902. The house, three acres of formal gardens, and extensive woodlands are open to the public daily May through October.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At A Glance:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Production: Xingu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Adapted from Edith Wharton, by Dennis Krausnick&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Theatre: The Drawing Room at The Mount, 2 Plunkett Street, Lenox, MA&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Director: Catherine Taylor-Williams&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Stage Manager: Lyn Liseno&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Costumes Coordinated by: Arthur Oliver&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cast: Lydia Barnett-Mulligan, Jennie Burkhard Jadow, Rory Hammond, Karen Lee, Corinna May, Daniel Osman, Diane Prusha and Tod Randolph&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Dates/Times: Thursday, August 20 at 5:30 pm Friday August 21 at 5:30 pm Saturday August 22 at 10:30 am Sunday, August 23 at 10:30 am&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Tickets: $35, General Admission. Includes Day Pass to The Mount. &lt;br /&gt;Wheelchair accessible.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Box Office: 413-551-5113 Box Office hours: Monday-Friday 9am-5pm or www.edithwharton.org; www.whartonsalon.org&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-6279078887706200241?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/6279078887706200241/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=6279078887706200241&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/6279078887706200241" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/6279078887706200241" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2009/08/wharton-salon.html" title="The Wharton Salon" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-3802514267591008965</id><published>2009-08-02T22:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-02T22:17:31.410-07:00</updated><title type="text">THE REEF on BBC7</title><content type="html">A radio play of &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The Reef&lt;/span&gt; is available online at BBC7: &lt;a href="http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00b5pxf/episodes/player"&gt;http://www.bbc.co.uk/programmes/b00b5pxf/episodes/player&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-3802514267591008965?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/3802514267591008965/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=3802514267591008965&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/3802514267591008965" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/3802514267591008965" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2009/08/reef-on-bbc7.html" title="THE REEF on BBC7" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-2045107920759556160</id><published>2009-06-28T12:19:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-28T12:19:38.179-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Mount" /><title type="text">Lying on the couch at the Mount</title><content type="html">From &lt;a href="http://www.slate.com/id/2221458/entry/2221459/"&gt;Slate&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;More recently, on a visit to Edith Wharton's country house in Lenox, Mass., I ducked into the empty living room and stretched out on the sofa, nap-style: Will regarding the ceiling from such an oddly intimate angle disclose a previously overlooked insight into the great woman herself? Only later did I stop to think that Wharton probably wasn't the napping type.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-2045107920759556160?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/2045107920759556160/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=2045107920759556160&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/2045107920759556160" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/2045107920759556160" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2009/06/lying-on-couch-at-mount.html" title="Lying on the couch at the Mount" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-3513385254647582262</id><published>2009-06-26T12:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-26T12:29:26.817-07:00</updated><title type="text">Edith Wharton letters</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2009/06/more-on-wharton.html"&gt;Edith Wharton Predicts Her Future&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://mtblog.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/Edith_Wharton.jpg"&gt; A trove of 136 Edith Wharton letters—some written when Wharton was just fourteen years old—sold at Christie’s yesterday to an American educational institution for $182,500. It’s a tremendous treat for Wharton aficionados, because prior to this discovery—as Rebecca Mead points out in her essay this week—there was only one known letter by Wharton from before she was married, at the age of twenty-three, in 1885.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Mead explains that Wharton asked Anna Bahlmann, her governess and the recipient of the letters, to destroy them. But she didn’t, and Bahlmann’s niece, who inherited them, held on to them, too. They sat for some fifty years in an attic and for another forty in a safe-deposit box. The Christie’s auction is the first time the letters have been publicly shared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A friend of mine pointed out that Edith Wharton’s first novella, published in 1900, is eerily apt. “The Touchstone” tells the story of a betrayal committed by an impoverished lawyer named Stephen Glennard, who is hoping to marry his beautiful and equally impoverished fiancée. By chance, Glennard discovers that he can sell the love letters written to him earlier by the famous late writer Margaret Aubyn. They sell for a hefty price, allowing Glennard and his fiancée to wed. But Glennard is preoccupied with the guilt over the sale, and feels incapable of overcoming his sense of shame and betrayal to Aubyn.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-3513385254647582262?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/3513385254647582262/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=3513385254647582262&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/3513385254647582262" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/3513385254647582262" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2009/06/edith-wharton-letters.html" title="Edith Wharton letters" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-2646851448602074856</id><published>2009-06-25T18:40:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:40:17.210-07:00</updated><title type="text">Wharton's letters</title><content type="html">There's a slide show of Edith Wharton's letters over at &lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/online/blogs/books/2009/06/wharton-mead-slideshow.html"&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/a&gt;; the article is only in the print version, unfortunately.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-2646851448602074856?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/2646851448602074856/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=2646851448602074856&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/2646851448602074856" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/2646851448602074856" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2009/06/whartons-letters.html" title="Wharton's letters" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-8964463708919584656</id><published>2009-06-25T18:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-25T18:46:06.823-07:00</updated><title type="text">Edith Wharton-Anna Bahlmann letters</title><content type="html">From the &lt;a href="http://www.christies.com/LotFinder/lot_details.aspx?from=searchresults&amp;intObjectID=5216986&amp;sid=62483268-1a1a-45be-b706-aa2adeb9f958"&gt;Christie's catalog&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; Lot Description&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;WHARTON, Edith Newbold Jones (1862-1937). An extensive archive documenting her 42-year relationship with Anna Catherine Bahlmann (1849-1916), originally Edith's German language tutor, later her secretary and literary assistant. Comprising: 136 AUTOGRAPH LETTERS SIGNED ("E.N. Jones," "Herz" [heart], "E.W." etc), to Bahlmann ("Tonni"), various places (PenCraig, Rhode Island; The Mount, Lenox, Mass.; Venice, Paris, Rome, Washington Square, NY, etc.), 31 May 1874 - 15 September 1917. Includes one ALS from Edward ("Teddy") Robbins Wharton and 4 ALS of Edith Wharton to Bahlmann's niece after Anna Catherine's death. Some of the letters are quite lengthy, running to 8 and even 12 pages, 8vo and 12mo. (Many of Edith Wharton's letters with full transcripts).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[With:] BAHLMANN'S PERSONAL PAPERS AND EFFECTS: 24 letters from&lt;br /&gt;various correspondents including Henry James (8/14/05); effects including clippings, programs, poems by acquaintances, typescript articles, a last will and testament, pamphlets on war-relief, ledgers and notebooks, a small sachet with ink drawing of young girl labeled "E.N. Jones 1875" etc. [With:] POSTCARDS: 46 from Edith and Anna Catherine's trip to North Africa, 1914; 278 additional postcards of European places and monuments.[With:] PHOTOGRAPHS: 25 pieces, many labeled by Bahlmann on verso, including portraits of Edith Wharton and other acquaintances, a number of large-format views and interior photographs of the Mount, 884 Park Avenue and other homes.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;EDITH WHARTON'S LETTERS TO ANNA CATHERINE BAHLMANN: A HIGHLY IMPORTANT LITERARY CORRESPONDENCE, ENTIRELY UNPUBLISHED.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In about 1872, Edith's parents, on the suggestion of their Newport neighbors, the Lewis Rutherfurds, hired Anna Catherine Bahlmann (1849-1916), a young women of German ancestry, as tutor and later governess to the precocious 12-year-old Edith Newbold Jones, a voracious reader with strong literary inclinations. Their friendship became a close, enduring one. Years later, Edith Wharton spoke of Anna Bahlmann as "my beloved German teacher, who saw which way my fancy turned, and fed it with all the wealth of German literature, from the Minnesingers to Heine" (A Backward Glance, Lib. of America edn., p.820). In the following decades, Anna Catherine became Edith's confidant, critical reader and literary assistant. Bahlmann's influence on Wharton has remained unknown, but is richly documented in their extensive and entirely unpublished correspondence, which spans 1874 to Bahlmann's death in 1916. Its discovery permits significant new insights into the life and and literary work of Wharton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The introduction to the Letters, ed. R.W.B. and Nancy Lewis, refers to "the oldest surviving" Wharton letter, dated 23 September 1874. The earliest letter in the Bahlmann archive (31 May 1874), pre-dates it by four months. "Almost twenty years must pass," the Lewises write, "before another letter by Edith Wharton comes into view." Remarkably, over forty of Wharton's letters in the Bahlmann archive are dated before 1894, thus filling in a major gap in Wharton's extant correspondence.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The early letters are filled with enthusiasm for her reading, which includes Daniel Deronda, Middlemarch, Shakespeare's Julius Caesar, Longfellow's "Masque of Pandora," Edward Bulwer (whose work she disliked), the Eddas, Marlowe's Faustus, the Niebelungen, Milton, Shelley and Lowell's blank verse. "You are my supreme critic in these matters," she tells Bahlmann (10/17ca.1879). She notes when her own work is published, like an early sonnet, "St. Martin's Summer," for Scribner's; four poems for Atlantic (10/16/79), her popular "The Fulness of Life" (8/18/1891), a story "That Good May Come" (11/15/93) recalling "the hours we spent in writing it out together"; remarks that the The House of Mirth is having "unprecedented success" in the Revue de Paris (12/18/1907), and in a letter of 8/16/1913 asks Bahlmannn to suggest revisions of Custom of the Country.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;[Read the rest at the above link.  The letters went for $182,500]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-8964463708919584656?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/8964463708919584656/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=8964463708919584656&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/8964463708919584656" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/8964463708919584656" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2009/06/edith-wharton-anna-bahlman-letters.html" title="Edith Wharton-Anna Bahlmann letters" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-8822602019760754092</id><published>2009-06-21T09:16:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-21T09:18:37.292-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Mount" /><title type="text">The Mount in Victoria Magazine</title><content type="html">In the comments section on the post for getting The Mount on the quarter, Gina noted that Victoria magazine has a photo spread on The Mount--thanks for letting us know!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.victoriamag.com/article.aspx?id=5824"&gt;http://www.victoriamag.com/article.aspx?id=5824&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-8822602019760754092?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/8822602019760754092/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=8822602019760754092&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/8822602019760754092" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/8822602019760754092" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2009/06/mount-in-victoria-magazine.html" title="The Mount in Victoria Magazine" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-5505877704116107619</id><published>2009-06-13T16:06:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-06-13T16:07:50.629-07:00</updated><title type="text">Edith Wharton and American Psycho</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.bookforum.com/inprint/015_05/3274"&gt;Walter Benn Michaels at Book Forum:&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;If American Psycho harks back to the great novels of Edith Wharton—novels of manners in which the hierarchy of the social order is always what’s at stake—The Wire is like a reinvention of Zola or Dreiser for a world in which the deification of the market is going out rather than coming in. Although, of course, you had to pay the HBO subscription fee to watch it.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-5505877704116107619?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/5505877704116107619/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=5505877704116107619&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/5505877704116107619" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/5505877704116107619" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2009/06/edith-wharton-and-american-psycho.html" title="Edith Wharton and American Psycho" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-6091278894329966793</id><published>2009-05-11T09:30:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-11T09:31:07.831-07:00</updated><title type="text">John Edwards as Ethan Frome?</title><content type="html">From the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/10/weekinreview/10stanley.html?_r=1"&gt;New York Times&lt;/a&gt;: &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Politics Italian-style looked particularly comical and benign this past week as Americans relived John Edwards’s marital betrayal on “The Oprah Winfrey Show” in all its sad, sordid detail. Elizabeth Edwards, who has written a book, “Resilience,” about her personal trials, told all to Ms. Winfrey while her penitent husband slunk to another part of their North Carolina mansion, waiting his turn to answer to Ms. Winfrey — an Ethan Frome of his former self.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-6091278894329966793?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/6091278894329966793/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=6091278894329966793&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/6091278894329966793" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/6091278894329966793" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2009/05/john-edwards-as-ethan-frome.html" title="John Edwards as Ethan Frome?" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-5900087820635381489</id><published>2009-05-06T12:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-06T13:01:05.968-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="performance" /><title type="text">Dramatic adaptation of A Son at the Front</title><content type="html">From B&lt;a href="http://broadwayworld.com/article/A_Son_At_The_Front_Makes_Its_World_Premiere_6567_At_Athenaeum_Theater_20090505"&gt;roadway World&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A Son at the Front, an original play by Allen Frantzen, will have its world premiere performances June 5, 6, and 7 at the Athenaeum Theatre in Chicago. Based on Edith Wharton's poignant novel about World War I, A Son at the Front explores the effects of war on the family and friends of a young man who is eager to do his duty. Frantzen has enlarged on Wharton's themes, crafting a story of an American home front torn by divisions over the nation's role in the raging European conflict, and a family torn by disagreement about a son's destiny.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Set in Bartlesville, Oklahoma, in 1916 and 1917, the action plays out against the many strains that roiled public life: conflicts between rich and poor, capitalists and socialists, war resisters and a growing tide of anti-German feeling, Native Americans and neighbors with roots in Europe. A Son at the Front tells of the fate of a young man who signs up to be an ambulance driver in France even before America's formal entry into the war, and who subsequently enters the fighting. Meanwhile, his family and friends struggle to piece together their partial and differing understandings of his actions, his whereabouts, and his motivations, viewing events through conflicting perceptions of the young man himself and their own aspirations for him.&lt;br /&gt;Additional information is available at &lt;a href="http://sonatthefront.com."&gt;sonatthefront.com&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-5900087820635381489?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/5900087820635381489/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=5900087820635381489&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/5900087820635381489" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/5900087820635381489" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2009/05/dramatic-adaptation-of-son-at-front.html" title="Dramatic adaptation of A Son at the Front" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-3407710906214692399</id><published>2009-05-01T11:57:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-01T11:58:11.033-07:00</updated><title type="text">Louis Auchincloss, Mrs. Astor, and Edith Wharton</title><content type="html">From the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/05/01/nyregion/01astor.html"&gt;New York Times:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In his testimony, Mr. Auchincloss also described a lunch some 60 years later that he said had troubled him because she did not recognize him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The lunch, at the Knickerbocker Club, took place in 2001, he said. “It was a great shock to me because she didn’t know me,” Mr. Auchincloss testified. “She knew she ought to know me.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He said it was not the first time he had wondered about her. He said that in 1998, Mrs. Astor took part in a discussion about Edith Wharton at the Union Club and said she had known Wharton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“This was astonishing to me,” Mr. Auchincloss said. “I’d written a biography of Edith Wharton. She had told me, which I knew to be true, that she’d never met Edith Wharton. She could have, but I happened to know she hadn’t.”&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-3407710906214692399?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/3407710906214692399/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=3407710906214692399&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/3407710906214692399" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/3407710906214692399" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2009/05/louis-auchincloss-mrs-astor-and-edith.html" title="Louis Auchincloss, Mrs. Astor, and Edith Wharton" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-2016671961190566276</id><published>2009-04-21T13:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-21T13:10:24.115-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="EWS" /><title type="text">Nominations needed for EWS Executive Board and EWS Secretary</title><content type="html">From Laura Rattray, Nominations Chair:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nominations are warmly invited for the EWS Executive Board and Secretary Positions.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Please send completed forms to Laura Rattray by email (L.Rattray@hull.ac.uk) by the deadline of 1 July 2009.&lt;span style=""&gt;  &lt;/span&gt;Further details available at &lt;a href="http://www.edithwhartonsociety.org/nominationform2.htm"&gt;http://www.edithwhartonsociety.org/nominationform2.htm&lt;/a&gt; (&lt;a href="http://www.wsu.edu/%7Ecampbelld/wharton/nominationform2.htm"&gt;http://www.wsu.edu/~campbelld/wharton/nominationform2.htm&lt;/a&gt;)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-2016671961190566276?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/2016671961190566276/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=2016671961190566276&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/2016671961190566276" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/2016671961190566276" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2009/04/nominations-needed-for-ews-executive.html" title="Nominations needed for EWS Executive Board and EWS Secretary" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-3150810734736964765</id><published>2009-04-07T17:54:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-07T17:55:20.199-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="House of Mirth" /><title type="text">Lily Bart and pride</title><content type="html">From the New York Times,&lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2009/04/07/health/07mind.html?_r=1&amp;amp;ref=science"&gt; "Mind--When All You Have Left Is Your Pride"&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The various flavors of pride may even feel similar on the inside, when the stakes are high enough. “She was always scrupulous about keeping up appearances to herself,” wrote &lt;a href="http://topics.nytimes.com/top/reference/timestopics/people/w/edith_wharton/index.html?inline=nyt-per" title="More articles about Edith Wharton"&gt;Edith Wharton&lt;/a&gt; of her tragic heroine Lily Bart in “The House of Mirth.” “Her personal fastidiousness had a moral equivalent, and when she made a tour of inspection in her own mind there were certain closed doors she did not open.” If you believe it, so will they.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-3150810734736964765?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/3150810734736964765/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=3150810734736964765&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/3150810734736964765" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/3150810734736964765" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2009/04/lily-bart-and-pride.html" title="Lily Bart and pride" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-3855885044529978643</id><published>2009-03-23T21:20:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-03-23T21:21:18.034-07:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Mount" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Age of Innocence" /><title type="text">Edith Wharton in the News: The Mount on SciFi and Age of Innocence on Gossip Girl</title><content type="html">&gt;From Irene Goldman-Price:&lt;br /&gt;Edith Wharton's home in the Berkshires, The Mount, is the subject of an episode of GhostHunters on the SciFi channel. The episode airs on March 25, 2009, at 9 p.m.EDT. &lt;a href="http://www.scifi.com/ghosthunters/"&gt;http://www.scifi.com/ghosthunters/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&gt;From Emily Orlando and Jessica McCarthy:&lt;br /&gt;The show _Gossip Girl_ (on the CW network), which frequently referencesWharton and her works in its themes, recently devoted an episode to a schoolproduction of _The Age of Innocence_. The episode is available here:&lt;a href="http://www.cwtv.com/cw-video/gossip-girl/full/?play=423-5376"&gt;http://www.cwtv.com/cw-video/gossip-girl/full/?play=423-5376&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-3855885044529978643?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/3855885044529978643/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=3855885044529978643&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/3855885044529978643" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/3855885044529978643" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2009/03/edith-wharton-in-news-mount-on-scifi.html" title="Edith Wharton in the News: The Mount on SciFi and Age of Innocence on Gossip Girl" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-185447739455492954</id><published>2009-03-05T11:07:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T11:07:52.684-08:00</updated><title type="text">Anna Quindlen on Edith Wharton</title><content type="html">&lt;p&gt;From the &lt;a href="http://www.buffalonews.com/cityregion/story/597729.html"&gt;Buffalo News&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Quindlen, who has written more than a dozen books, said she has always been a voracious reader. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I have a copy of Edith Wharton’s ‘House of Mirth’ that looks like a middle schooler had lunch on it,” she said. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;“I believe with all my heart that reading made me what I am today. It has made me a better writer, a better citizen and a better mother. I can’t imagine my life without reading,” Quindlen added. &lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-185447739455492954?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/185447739455492954/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=185447739455492954&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/185447739455492954" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/185447739455492954" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2009/03/anna-quindlen-on-edith-wharton.html" title="Anna Quindlen on Edith Wharton" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-2195531464310450798</id><published>2009-02-12T10:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-02-12T10:05:01.772-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Mount" /><title type="text">The Mount on the quarter</title><content type="html">From EWS member Irene Goldman-Price:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;table class="MsoNormalTable" style="width: 6.25in;" width="600" border="0" cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0"&gt; &lt;tbody&gt; &lt;tr&gt; &lt;td style="padding: 3.75pt;" valign="top"&gt; &lt;h3 style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:130%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 13.5pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt;Help Us Put The Mount on the  Quarter!&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/h3&gt; &lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;We’re usually asking you to  give us a quarter, but today we want you to put us ON the  quarter! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Beginning in 2010, the U.S. Mint will be placing important  national sites on the back of the quarter, and The Mount has a chance to be  chosen. Please follow this link and vote for us:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;a title="http://www.mass.gov/?pageID=gov3utilities&amp;amp;sid=Agov3&amp;amp;U=quarters_program" href="http://www.mass.gov/?pageID=gov3utilities&amp;amp;sid=Agov3&amp;amp;U=quarters_program" send="true"&gt;&lt;span title="http://www.mass.gov/?pageID=gov3utilities&amp;amp;sid=Agov3&amp;amp;U=quarters_program"  style="color:purple;"&gt;&lt;span title="http://www.mass.gov/?pageID=gov3utilities&amp;amp;sid=Agov3&amp;amp;U=quarters_program" style="color: purple;"&gt;http://www.mass.gov/?pageID=gov3utilities&amp;amp;sid=Agov3&amp;amp;U=quarters_program&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You may vote as often as you like until the deadline of February  26. There’s a lot of competition, but it would certainly be a great honor and  would give us incomparable publicity.  Many thanks for your  support!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;********&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;There is additional information at a new blog, &lt;a href="http://helpsavethemount.blogspot.com/"&gt;Help Save The Mount&lt;/a&gt;! This blog has great information about the activities and lectures at the Mount as well as a direct link for donations.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:100%;color:black;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 12pt;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 10pt; font-family: Arial;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/td&gt;&lt;/tr&gt;&lt;/tbody&gt;&lt;/table&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-2195531464310450798?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/2195531464310450798/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=2195531464310450798&amp;isPopup=true" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/2195531464310450798" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/2195531464310450798" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2009/02/mount-on-quarter.html" title="The Mount on the quarter" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-6006695763436236843</id><published>2008-12-27T18:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-28T21:28:35.189-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="house" /><title type="text">Edith Wharton's birthplace</title><content type="html">&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJoNowI21YY/SVbhSuz-7bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/d7TlFpkb-x4/s1600-h/whartonhouse.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 286px; height: 320px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJoNowI21YY/SVbhSuz-7bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/d7TlFpkb-x4/s320/whartonhouse.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5284658924685815218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;From the &lt;a href="http://www.nytimes.com/2008/12/28/nyregion/thecity/28whar.html"&gt;New York Times&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LIKE several of its neighbors on West 23rd Street, the five-story structure at No. 14 began life as a brownstone but later was converted for commercial use. For many years the ground-floor tenant was Scott’s Flowers, which had three permanent residents: two enormous stuffed bears and a midsize gray-and-white cat named Scottie.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Picture History, 1880&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Edith Wharton’s birthplace as it once appeared.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Each morning the bears were hauled out to sun themselves on a bench in front of the shop, and Scottie emerged to plop himself down on the sidewalk and invite passers-by to scratch his back.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In 2007, Scott’s Flowers, along with Scottie, decamped to a new location. The new tenant is a Starbucks. And Starbucks, in the process of reconfiguring a flower shop into a coffee bar, has accidentally recreated a lost vista from the childhood of an earlier resident of No. 14, a little girl known as Pussy Jones, who grew up to be Edith Wharton.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;No plaque proclaims the connection. But somewhere behind No. 14’s cast-iron facade stands the shell of the brownstone where Wharton was born on Jan. 24, 1862. In Wharton’s novella “New Year’s Day,” the narrator recalls a visit to his grandmother’s house on 23rd Street, clearly modeled on Wharton’s childhood home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The house, Wharton writes, had been built by the narrator’s grandfather “in his pioneering youth, in days when people shuddered at the perils of living north of Union Square — days that Grandmamma and my parents looked back to with a joking incredulity as the years passed and the new houses advanced steadily Park-ward, outstripping the Thirtieth Streets, taking the Reservoir at a bound, and leaving us in what, in my school days, was already a dullish back-water between Aristocracy to the south and Money to the north.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Directly across the street from No. 14 is the south entrance of 200 Fifth Avenue, an office building erected in 1909 on the site of the recently demolished Fifth Avenue Hotel. The office building was constructed according to the hotel’s plan, so its south entrance is located in the same place as the hotel’s, which was directly across the street from the parlor of Wharton’s home.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“She was bad ... always. They used to meet at the Fifth Avenue Hotel.” Thus begins “New Year’s Day,” as the narrator’s waspish mother reiterates her disapproval of the notorious Lizzie Hazeldean, whose affair with Henry Prest had scandalized New York society. The reference to the famous old hotel reminds the narrator that when he was a boy, he had witnessed Lizzie’s downfall himself. It happened on a New Year’s Day in the 1870s, when his family had gathered at the house on 23rd Street, and their luncheon was interrupted by shouts that the Fifth Avenue Hotel was on fire.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;“The hotel, for all its sober state, was no longer fashionable,” he tells us. “No one, in my memory, had ever known any one who went there; it was frequented by ‘politicians’ and ‘Westerners,’ two classes of citizens whom my mother’s intonation always seemed to deprive of their vote by ranking them with illiterates and criminals.”&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;IN real life, the power brokers who frequented the Fifth Avenue Hotel were the people who ran the country during the Gilded Age. But Wharton did not label this the Age of Innocence for no reason. Oblivious to their own irrelevance, the aristocrats of “New Year’s Day” look down their noses at the overdressed and underbred revelers who converge on the Fifth Avenue to celebrate the holiday.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;When the fire starts, the family rushes into the parlor to chortle at the hotel guests spilling out onto the sidewalk in their vulgar finery: “Oh, my dear, look — here they all come! The New Year ladies! Low neck and short sleeves in broad daylight, every one of them! Oh, and the fat one with the paper roses in her hair ... they are paper, my dear ... off the frosted cake, probably! Oh! Oh! Oh! Oh!” Then someone recognizes Lizzie and Henry among those smoked out by the blaze, and the novella’s plot kicks into gear.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-6006695763436236843?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/6006695763436236843/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=6006695763436236843&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/6006695763436236843" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/6006695763436236843" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2008/12/from-new-york-times-like-several-of-its.html" title="Edith Wharton's birthplace" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media="http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/" url="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_UJoNowI21YY/SVbhSuz-7bI/AAAAAAAAAAk/d7TlFpkb-x4/s72-c/whartonhouse.jpg" height="72" width="72" /><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-3159987254333969050</id><published>2008-12-22T11:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-22T11:28:00.863-08:00</updated><title type="text">Jane Smiley, Edith Wharton, Jose Saramago</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.philly.com/philly/entertainment/20081221_An_author_pondering__not_fearing__death.html"&gt;http://www.philly.com/philly/entertainment/20081221_An_author_pondering__not_fearing__death.html&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;In her book about writing fiction (still a good guide, I think), Edith Wharton says a novelist's main job is to think about his or her subject thoroughly. If she had said unexpectedly, charmingly, profoundly, imaginatively and simply, too, she would have been describing José Saramago in Death With Interruptions.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-3159987254333969050?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/3159987254333969050/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=3159987254333969050&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/3159987254333969050" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/3159987254333969050" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2008/12/jane-smiley-edith-wharton-jose-saramago.html" title="Jane Smiley, Edith Wharton, Jose Saramago" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-7514838286776285656</id><published>2008-12-17T11:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:36:37.557-08:00</updated><title type="text">Katy Lederer on Galbraith and Wharton</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://www.newyorker.com/talk/2008/12/08/081208ta_talk_rothbaum"&gt;"Ballad of the Bubble"&lt;/a&gt; in &lt;span style="font-style:italic;"&gt;The New Yorker&lt;/span&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;Then, in 2004, she spent a month at Yaddo. For reading, she took along study materials for the Series 7 stockbroker’s exam, as well as books by Thorstein Veblen and John Kenneth Galbraith. “Veblen talks about poetry as being similar to Latin, useless and a waste of time,” she said. “It’s a form of conspicuous consumption.” Still, Lederer said, she was struck by the metaphors he and Galbraith used. “The language is gorgeous,” she said. “Like Edith Wharton and Dorothy Parker, Galbraith is witty and sarcastic.” She started to crib phrases like “dead-level,” “squirrel wheel,” and “immiseration of the masses” for her verse.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-7514838286776285656?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/7514838286776285656/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=7514838286776285656&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/7514838286776285656" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/7514838286776285656" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2008/12/katy-lederer-on-galbraith-and-wharton.html" title="Katy Lederer on Galbraith and Wharton" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-751991531538656723</id><published>2008-12-17T11:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:34:34.264-08:00</updated><title type="text">Julian Fellowes on Edith Wharton</title><content type="html">From &lt;a href="http://www.independent.co.uk/arts-entertainment/books/features/one-minute-with-julian-fellowes-1027342.html"&gt;One Minute with Julian Fellowes&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Choose a favourite author, and say why you like her/him&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Anthony Trollope and Edith Wharton. I like that they're so merciful. No character is completely indefensible, or completely good. Motives are always drawn in shades of grey.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-751991531538656723?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/751991531538656723/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=751991531538656723&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/751991531538656723" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/751991531538656723" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2008/12/julian-fellowes-on-edith-wharton.html" title="Julian Fellowes on Edith Wharton" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-8979128121305284301</id><published>2008-12-17T11:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-17T11:32:37.629-08:00</updated><title type="text">Louis Auchincloss and Wharton</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://features.csmonitor.com/books/2008/12/15/last-of-the-old-guard/"&gt; Last of the Old Guard&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Louis Auchincloss’s 65th novel finds relevance in Wall Street attorneys of a bygone era.&lt;br /&gt;By Heller McAlpin | December 15, 2008 edition&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Last of the Old Guard By Louis Auchincloss Houghton Mifflin 212 pp., $25&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Some people make the rest of us look like idlers. Case in point: Louis Auchincloss, who has written, on average, a book a year for six decades – even while practicing trust and estate law full-time for more than 40 of those years.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;At 91, he’s produced his 65th book overall and 47th volume of fiction, Last of the Old Guard. The title refers to Ernest Saunders, a chilly New York attorney whose greatest passion is the law firm he founded with a Harvard classmate in 1883.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;But Auchincloss, who was honored as a Living Landmark by the New York Landmarks Conservancy back in 2000, may well feel like the last of the old guard himself.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;There’s something oddly comforting about reading this patrician novelist of manners, successor to Edith Wharton. You know, to a certain degree, what you’ll be served – rather like eating at an exclusive social club.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-8979128121305284301?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/8979128121305284301/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=8979128121305284301&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/8979128121305284301" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/8979128121305284301" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2008/12/louis-auchincloss-and-wharton.html" title="Louis Auchincloss and Wharton" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-8316700753222520535</id><published>2008-11-16T11:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:20:09.201-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="The Mount" /><title type="text">Hauntings at The Mount</title><content type="html">&lt;a href="http://capitalnews9.com/content/headlines/127135/hauntings-at-the-mount/Default.aspx"&gt; Hauntings at The Mount&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Updated: 10/31/2008 04:58 PM&lt;br /&gt;By: Ryan Burgess&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;LENOX, Mass. -- "I've been alone in the building, very late at night, dark and it is extremely creepy," said The Mount tour guide Laurie Foote.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Slamming doors and creaky floors, they're the spooky sounds of a haunted jaunt with ghosts who want to scare you. This is a real-life mansion in Lenox that some say has been haunted for years. It's the storied home of novelist Edith Wharton, called The Mount, a place where workers who lived on the fourth floor never wanted to be alone.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"They lived up in these rooms and downstairs and they were all absolutely convinced that there were ghosts here because they would hear huge creeks and slamming doors and people walking down the hallway," said Foote. [read more at the link above]&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-8316700753222520535?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/8316700753222520535/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=8316700753222520535&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/8316700753222520535" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/8316700753222520535" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2008/11/hauntings-at-mount.html" title="Hauntings at The Mount" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4152422.post-927837437972111072</id><published>2008-11-16T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T11:19:27.009-08:00</updated><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="performance" /><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Glimpses of the Moon" /><title type="text">Glimpses of the Moon Musical</title><content type="html">From &lt;a href="http://broadwayworld.com/article/Photo_Flash_GLIMPSES_OF_THE_MOON_at_the_Algonquin_20000101"&gt;Photo Flash&lt;/a&gt;:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLIMPSES OF THE MOON, a Jazz Age musical with book &amp; lyrics by Tajlei Levis and music by John Mercurio, choreographed by Denis Jones, and directed by Marc Bruni, premiered with a sold-out run in the Oak Room last winter. GLIMPSES OF THE MOON is back by popular demand for an ongoing run at Off-Broadway's Oak Room in the Algonquin Hotel (59 West 44th Street, between 5th and 6th Ave.). Performances began Sunday, October 26.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLIMPSES OF THE MOON is based on one of Edith Wharton's rare comedies. Set in 1922, an age of anything but innocence, GLIMPSES OF THE MOON follows the jazzy whirl of Manhattan society. With plenty of friends, but little money, Susy Branch and her friend Nick Lansing devise a clever scheme to live beyond their means. They'll marry and live off the wedding gifts, while they help one another trade up to suitable millionaires. The plan works perfectly - until they fall in love.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLIMPSES OF THE MOON stars Autumn Hurlbert (Legally Blonde) as Susy, and Chris Peluso (Mamma Mia and Lestat) as Nick, also starring is Jane Blass (Hairspray Nat'l Tour) as Ellie, Laura Jordan (Cry Baby and In My Life) as Coral, Daren Kelly (Crazy for You, Woman of the Year, Deathtrap, South Pacific) as Nelson and Glenn Peters as Streffy. The understudies are Russell Arden Koplin (Les Miserables and James Joyce's The Dead) and Matt Lutz.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;GLIMPSES OF THE MOON plays every Monday at 8 pm. Doors open at 6:00 PM and seating is general admission. Final seating for dinner service is at 6:30 PM. Doors close at 7:30 PM and there is no late seating permitted.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4152422-927837437972111072?l=edithwharton.blogspot.com'/&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/feeds/927837437972111072/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="https://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=4152422&amp;postID=927837437972111072&amp;isPopup=true" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/927837437972111072" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/4152422/posts/default/927837437972111072" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://edithwharton.blogspot.com/2008/11/glimpses-of-moon-musical.html" title="Glimpses of the Moon Musical" /><author><name>Edith</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15180659563024345902</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:extendedProperty xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" name="OpenSocialUserId" value="05303302496432155835" /></author><thr:total xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0">0</thr:total></entry></feed>
