A Backward Glance. Edith Wharton. This web edition published by [email protected] Adelaide. Last updated Wednesday, December 17, at To the best of . In his Introduction, Louis Auchincloss calls the writing in A Backward Glance “as firm and crisp and lucid as in the best of her novels”.Written in , three years. Edith Wharton, the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize, vividly reflects on her Louis Auchincloss calls the writing in A Backward Glance “as firm and crisp and.

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The following passages are from her memoir, A Backward Glance, Glaance was glwnce intrepid traveler embracing the earliest motor cars. It’s a memoir, not an autobiography, which may seem like splitting hairs, but the whole point of a memoir is that you wharyon bits and pieces of your life that you feel are worth relating, not the whole thing.

Nov 08, Karen rated it it was amazing. References to this book Shifting Gears: Only because private gatherings in Paris means meeting the same people over and over again. He also wonders that she didn’t talk about her husband but focused instead on her relationship with Sturgis – it’s like come on Auchincloss, really? And that is caught in the pattern of this book.

Quotes from A Backward Glance. But it is her final two chapters “The War”; “And After” that touched me greatly. Oct 11, K rated it really liked it. He also wonders that she didn’t talk about her husband but focused whartoh on her relationship with Sturgis – it’s like come on Auchincloss, I quite liked this book and had some serious disagreements with the intro by Louis Auchincloss – it comes off as far more dated than Edith’s writing does.

Lewis’s biography of Wharton, published inalong with a wealth of new biographical material, inspired an extensive reevaluation of Wharton. These small elitist communities fortify themselves against the rest.

The Age of Innocence, a novel about New York in the s, earned Wharton the Pulitzer Prize for fiction in — the first time the award had been bestowed upon a woman.

A BACKWARD GLANCE by Edith Wharton | Kirkus Reviews

Feb 10, Carol rated it it was ok Shelves: Just when people like Henry James are introduc Some people accused John Galsworthy, author of a similar “Study of manners”,The Forsyte Saga, of being a hypocritical member of the very class he criticized.


The Land of Letters was henceforth to be my country and I gloried in my new citizenship. Any one walking along the streets might go into any bookshop, and say: Return to Book Page.

In that respect I think it succeeds beautifully. The memoir is not a chronological autobiography; it is a collection of thoughts and memories of various topics, events and people.

Wharton’s star shines brightest when she explains what to expect from this memoir, and why: It’s also interesting, because in her novels she seemed extremely bsckward to the plight of women in society and the poor in rural New England, but here she reveals that she was incredibly dismissive and condescending to the latter and held views that are pretty incompatible with feminism.

All we get are little, nitpicking details about James’ eccentricities, written with condescending affection, and supposedly humorous, yet omniscient anecdotes about her “knowledge” of the “hill folk” of the Berkshires, once she gets her summer mansion, “The Mount”, in Lenox, Massachusetts.

Advised that a boat for England sails from Boston in two days, Henry whinges that Lud! Although many of her books have recently been reprinted, there is still no complete collected edition of her work.

A Backward Glance, by Edith Wharton

Was it the same insignificant I that I had always known? Also – and this is where the “mostly” of mostly pleasant comes in – I particularly loved the couple chapters devoted to her experiences during World War I, and the immediate happenings afterwards as she began to see the immutable ways in which the world had changed.

Overall I found it a challenging read. It certainly did not disappoint– chock full of insights about the books and Wharton’s life without being too confessional. Edie was a lady. It contains the thoughts and the memories of a life rich in reading and writing, in travel and in dear friends. Why, if only for the first few pages, I would give this book 10 stars! Writing, reading, the conversation of a circle of brilliant though fast-dwindling friends, travel, especially yachting the Aegean and motoring in far reaches given her identification with the French elite, I found it perfect that her exploration of Morocco was smoothed by none other than General Lyautey.


Her searching into the position of the literary figure in New York — in London — in Bac,ward, her unconscious defense of her own position, a trail blazer against odds that seemed then insurmountable, the glancd basis for the shortcomings of American letters of yesterday — all this is of far greater interest than the slender thread of events outlining her own life.

To ask other readers questions about A Backward Glanceplease sign up. Guests descend, r and l, in dwindling importance. A mostly pleasant diversion.

The big non-fiction of the A-C list this Spring, and sure of wide publicity and advertising. It is such comradeships, made of seeing and dreaming, and thinking and laughing together, that make one feel that for those who have shared them there can be no parting. In Edith divorced Glande. There was a problem adding your email address. Paperbackpages.

When World War I broke out, she organized hostels for refugees, worked as a fund-raiser, and wrote for American publications aharton battlefield frontlines. So, overall, this was good. May recommend reading a biography of Wharton rather than this autobiography.

A Backward Glance: Edith Wharton’s Reflections on Her Writing Life

The reception of my books gave me the self-confidence I had so long lacked, and in the company of people who shared my tastes, and treated me as their equal, I ceased to suffer from the agonizing shyness which used to edigh such encounters of all pleasure. It is, however, not fundamentally a “”popular”” autobiography, but rather a “”literary”” biography, the reminiscences of her human contacts, of her literary contacts, rather than an account of the events of her life and her emotional reactions.

Even though the world described in it is more than hundred years old, the way it is done feels contemporary.