This is another Pulitzer Prize winner, and it’s ironic I’ve read two such winners in a year with not a fiction winner. Sad, really sad.
Edith Wharton‘s The Age of Innocence is another masterpiece. It tells the loss of innocence of Newland Archer, a high society boy who lives a perfect life in a perfect bubble until he met his fiancée’s cousin Countess Olenska, an expatriate who takes New York’s society by storm. Suddenly his contact with new ways of thinking burst his bubble and he realized the superficiality of his life up to that moment.
Through Wharton’s narrative we witness how Archer’s world falls down but how he’s unable to stop the process, and live up to his true feeling. Quite sad actually. Therefore the ending is extremely well accomplished because it leaves you with the sour aftertaste of a life spent knowing there was another way of living it.
All I want is to be able to write half as well a Wharton.