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This ebook contains the complete works of Edith Wharton: 22 novels and novellas, 11 story collections with 85 stories, 2 collections of poetry, and 9 non-fiction books.The collection is sorted chronologically by literary genres. There are the usual inline tables of contents and links after each text/chapter to get back to the respective tables. An alphabetical index of stories is also provided. Dates of first publication can be found at the end of the stories.Contents:NOVELS.Fast and Loose.The Touchstone.The Valley of Decision.Sanctuary.The House of Mirth.Madame de Treymes.Fruit of the Tree.Ethan Frome.The Reef.The Custom of the Country.Summer.The Marne.The Age of Innocence.The Glimpses of the Moon.A Son at the Front.Old New York.The Mothers Recompense.Twilight Sleep.The Children.Hudson River Bracketed.The Gods Arrive.The Buccaneers.STORIES.The Greater Inclination: The Muses Tragedy, A Journey, The Pelican, Souls Belated, A Coward, The Twilight of the God, A Cup of Cold Water, The PortraitCrucial Instances: The Duchess at Prayer, The Angel at the Grave, The Recovery, Copy: A Dialogue, The Rembrandt, The Moving Finger, The ConfessionalThe Descent of Man, and Other Stories: The Descent of Man, The Other Two, Expiation, The Ladys Maids Bell, The Mission of Jane, The Reckoning, The Letter, The Dilettante, The Quicksand, A Venetian Nights EntertainmentThe Hermit and the Wild Woman, and Other Stories: The Hermit and the Wild Woman, The Last Asset, In Trust, The Pretext, The Verdict, The Pot-Boiler, The Best ManTales of Men and Ghosts: The Bolted Door, His Fathers Son, The Daunt Diana, The Debt, Full Circle, The Legend, The Eyes, The Blond Beast, Afterward, The LettersXingu, and Other Stories: Xingu, The Choice, Coming Home, The Triumph of Night, Kerfol, Autres Temps ..., The Long Run, Bunner SistersHere and Beyond: Miss Mary Pask, The Young Gentlemen, Bewitched, The Seed of the Faith, The Temperate Zone, Velvet Ear-PadsCertain People: Atrophy, A Bottle of Perrier, After Holbein, Dieu damour, The Refugees, Mr. JonesHuman Nature: Her Son, The Day of the Funeral, A Glimpse, Joy in the House, DiagnosisThe World Over: Charm Incorporated, Pomegranate Seed, Confession, Roman Fever, The Looking Glass, Duration11 Uncollected Stories: Mrs. Mansteys View, The Fulness of Life, The Lamp of Psyche, That Good May Come, The Valley of Childish Things, and Other Emblems, April Showers, The Line of Least Resistance, The House of the Dead Hand, The Introducers, Les Metteurs en Scene, Writing a War Story, All SoulsPOEMS.Artemis to Acton, and Other Verse.32 Uncollected Poems.NON-FICTION.The Decoration of Houses.Italian Villas and Their Gardens.Italian Backgrounds.A Motor-Flight through France.Fighting France from Dunkerque to BelportFrench Ways and Their Meaning.In Morocco.The Writing of Fiction.A Backward Glance.

Having begun my book with the statement that Morocco still lacks a guide-book, I should have wished to take a first step toward remedying that deficiency.But the conditions in which I travelled, though full of unexpected and picturesque opportunities, were not suited to leisurely study of the places visited. The time was limited by the approach of the rainy season, which puts an end to motoring over the treacherous trails of the Spanish zone. In 1918, owing to the watchfulness of German submarines in the Straits and along the northwest coast of Africa, the trip by sea from Marseilles to Casablanca, ordinarily so easy, was not to be made without much discomfort and loss of time. Once on board the steamer, passengers were often kept in port (without leave to land) for six or eight days; therefore for any one bound by a time-limit, as most war-workers were, it was necessary to travel[Pg viii] across country, and to be back at Tangier before the November rains. This left me only one month in which to visit Morocco from the Mediterranean to the High Atlas, and from the Atlantic to Fez, and even had there been a Djinns carpet to carry me, the multiplicity of impressions received would have made precise observation difficult.The next best thing to a Djinns carpet, a military motor, was at my disposal every morning; but war conditions imposed restrictions, and the wish to use the minimum of petrol often stood in the way of the second visit which alone makes it possible to carry away a definite and detailed impression...

"Undine Spragghow can you?" her mother wailed, raising a prematurely-wrinkled hand heavy with rings to defend the note which a languid "bell-boy" had just brought in.But her defence was as feeble as her protest, and she continued to smile on her visitor while Miss Spragg, with a turn of her quick young fingers, possessed herself of the missive and withdrew to the window to read it."I guess its meant for me," she merely threw over her shoulder at her mother."Did you EVER, Mrs. Heeny?" Mrs. Spragg murmured with deprecating pride.Mrs. Heeny, a stout professional-looking person in a waterproof, her rusty veil thrown back, and a shabby alligator bag at her feet, followed the mothers glance with good-humoured approval."I never met with a lovelier form," she agreed, answering the spirit rather than the letter of her hostesss enquiry.Mrs. Spragg and her visitor were enthroned in two heavy gilt armchairs in one of the private drawing-rooms of the Hotel Stentorian. The Spragg rooms were known as one of the Looey suites, and the drawing-room walls, above their wainscoting of highly-varnished mahogany, were hung with salmon-pink damask and adorned with oval portraits of Marie Antoinette and the Princess de Lamballe.

La mejor novela de Edith Wharton, autora de la excelente La edad de la Inocencia.

On a January evening of the early seventies, Christine Nilsson was singing in Faust at the Academy of Music in New York.Though there was already talk of the erection, in remote metropolitan distances "above the Forties," of a new Opera House which should compete in costliness and splendour with those of the great European capitals, the world of fashion was still content to reassemble every winter in the shabby red and gold boxes of the sociable old Academy. Conservatives cherished it for being small and inconvenient, and thus keeping out the "new people" whom New York was beginning to dread and yet be drawn to; and the sentimental clung to it for its historic associations, and the musical for its excellent acoustics, always so problematic a quality in halls built for the hearing of music.It was Madame Nilssons first appearance that winter, and what the daily press had already learned to describe as "an exceptionally brilliant audience" had gathered to hear her, transported through the slippery, snowy streets in private broughams, in the spacious family landau, or in the humbler but more convenient "Brown coupe."

I had the story, bit by bit, from various people, and, as generally happens in such cases, each time it was a different story.If you know Starkfield, Massachusetts, you know the post-office. If you know the post-office you must have seen Ethan Frome drive up to it, drop the reins on his hollow-backed bay and drag himself across the brick pavement to the white colonnade; and you must have asked who he was.It was there that, several years ago, I saw him for the first time; and the sight pulled me up sharp. Even then he was the most striking figure in Starkfield, though he was but the ruin of a man. It was not so much his great height that marked him, for the "natives" were easily singled out by their lank longitude from the stockier foreign breed: it was the careless powerful look he had, in spite of a lameness checking each step like the jerk of a chain. There was something bleak and unapproachable in his face, and he was so stiffened and grizzled that I took him for an old man and was surprised to hear that he was not more than fifty-two. I had this from Harmon Gow, who had driven the stage from Bettsbridge to Starkfield in pre-trolley days and knew the chronicle of all the families on his line.

A two days struggle over the treacherous trails in a well-intentioned but short-winded "flivver", and a ride of two more on a hired mount of unamiable temper, had disposed young Medford, of the American School of Archaeology at Athens, to wonder why his queer English friend, Henry Almodham, had chosen to live in the desert.Now he understood.He was leaning against the roof parapet of the old building, half Christian fortress, half Arab palace, which had been Almodhams pretext; or one of them. Below, in an inner court, a little wind, rising as the sun sank, sent through a knot of palms the rain-like rattle so cooling to the pilgrims of the desert. An ancient fig tree, enormous, exuberant, writhed over a whitewashed well-head, sucking life from what appeared to be the only source of moisture within the walls. Beyond these, on every side, stretched away the mystery of the sands, all golden with promise, all livid with menace, as the sun alternately touched or abandoned them.Young Medford, somewhat weary after his journey from the coast, and awed by his first intimate sense of the omnipresence of the desert, shivered and drew back. Undoubtedly, for a scholar and a misogynist, it was a wonderful refuge; but one would have to be, incurably, both.

An extraordinarily well-observed dissection of New York's high society in the 1870s - the world Edith Wharton grew up in - The Age of Innocence shines a critical light on the social mores and values of the old order." Here presented with extra material and annotations.

Edith Whartons Pulitzer Prize-winning novel, The Age of Innocence, is both a poignant story of frustrated love and an extraordinarily vivid, delightfully satirical record of a vanished world.Part of the Macmillan Collectors Library; a series of stunning, clothbound, pocket sized classics with gold foiled edges and ribbon markers. These beautiful books make perfect gifts or a treat for any book lover. This edition features an introduction by award-winning novelist, Rachel Cusk.As the scion of one of New Yorks leading families, Newland Archer has been born into a life of sumptuous privilege and strict duty. But the arrival of the Countess Olenska, a free spirit who breathes clouds of European sophistication, makes him question the path on which his upbringing has set him. As his fascination with her grows, he discovers just how hard it is to escape the bonds of the society that has shaped him.