“Again Mrs. Wharton has done a difficult thing with ease and precision.”
| + + | Nation. 85: 352. O. 17, ’07. 970w. |
“The astonishing thing is that we close the book with the feeling that, after all, the execution is superior to the idea; the story is better told than such a story deserves to be. We admire, but we are a little chilled; Mrs. Wharton sits at her desk like a disembodied intelligence; acute and critical and entirely unsympathetic; she is as detached as a scientific student viewing bacilli under a microscope.”
| + + − | N. Y. Times. 12: 637. O. 19, ’07. 1000w. |
“Even better than ‘The house of mirth.’”
| + + | N. Y. Times. 12: 654. O. 19, ’07. 20w. |
“Is not a bringer of joy, but it is penetrating in analysis, and evades none of the issues it raises. It lacks humor and contrast of character. The luxury and frivolity of a certain set of society people are almost too insistently driven home.”
| + + − | Outlook. 87: 621. N. 23, ’07. 210w. |
Wharton, Edith. [Madame de Treymes.] †$1. Scribner.
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