This is the best of the four Edith Wharton novellas I read this weekend. It’s the most clearly realized, the least clever (as its main appeal) and the most that has something important to say about the social politics of America, not a requirement to be good, but one thing lacking from the previous novellas. This story starts off with Mrs. Hazledean rushing away from a fire in the 5th avenue hotel, a tremendous events that surely everyone will talk about. The problem for her […]