It’s Edith Wharton’s 150th birthday.
Once upon a time I was at a shipyard in Staten Island (putting lights on barges for a fashion show) (I mean OBVIOUSLY). There was a used bookstore on the long lonely walk from the shipyard to the ferry (so you can really evaluate many of the choices you made in life that led to this moment where you are taking this walk) and The House of Mirth was on a cart outside for like $0.75. So I bought it. Then I read it. Then I read every single other thing she wrote (except for Ethan Frome because I think I’m still annoyed about it from high school). She will make you take walks through old parks and wonder a lot of things that are fun to wonder about.
