The Age of Innocence
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The Age of Innocence is Edith Wharton's twelfth novel, initially serialized in four parts in the Pictorial Review magazine in 1920, and later released by D. Appleton and Company as a book in New York and in London. It won the 1921 Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, making it the first novel written by a woman to win the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction, and thus Wharton the first woman to win the prize.The story is set in upper-class New York City in the 1870s.
that still lay on his. “Eh—eh—eh! Whose hand did you think you were kissing, young man—your wife‘s, I hope?” the old lady snapped out with her mocking cackle; and as he rose to go she called out after him: “Give her her granny’s love, but you’d better not say anything about our talk.” 31 ARCHER HAD BEEN STUNNED by old Catherine’s news. It was only natural that Madame Olenska should have hastened from Washington in response to her grandmother’s summons; but that she should have decided to
the State Assembly he had not been re-elected, and had dropped back thankfully into obscure if useful municipal work, and from that again to the writing of occasional articles in one of the reforming weeklies that were trying to shake the country out of its apathy. It was little enough to look back on; but when he remembered to what the young men of his generation and his set had looked forward—the narrow groove of money-making, sport and society to which their vision had been limited—even his
finished. Wharton suffered a stroke and died on August 11, 1937. She is buried in the American Cemetery in Versailles, France. THE WORLD OF EDITH WHARTON AND THE AGE OF INNOCENCE 1862 Edith Newbold Jones is born January 24 in New York City, the last of three children. Her parents are wealthy and socially well-connected. 1866 The Jones family leaves for Europe, where they will live for the next six years. 1870 In Germany, Edith falls ill with typhoid fever and for a time hovers between
between her mittened fingers; but suddenly she lifted her head and listened. “Here she comes,” she said in a rapid whisper; and then, pointing to the bouquet on the sofa: “Am I to understand that you prefer that, Mr. Archer? After all, marriage is marriage ... and my niece is still a wife ...” 18 “WHAT ARE YOU TWO plotting together, aunt Medora?” Madame Olenska cried as she came into the room. She was dressed as if for a ball. Everything about her shimmered and glimmered softly, as if
you so irritable ... Hints have indeed not been wanting; but since you appear unwilling to take them from others, I offer you this one myself, in the only form in which well-bred people of our kind can communicate unpleasant things to each other: by letting you understand that I know you mean to see Ellen when you are in Washington, and are perhaps going there expressly for that purpose; and that, since you are sure to see her, I wish you to do so with my full and explicit approval—and to take