{"id":25317,"date":"2023-05-10T13:16:29","date_gmt":"2023-05-10T18:16:29","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/www.berkshirelinks.com\/?p=25317"},"modified":"2023-05-10T13:16:29","modified_gmt":"2023-05-10T18:16:29","slug":"edith-wharton","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/idealpoetry.com\/rwc\/edith-wharton\/","title":{"rendered":"Edith Wharton"},"content":{"rendered":"

\"Edith<\/a>“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.”<\/p>\n

So begins Edith Wharton’s novella Ethan Frome<\/a><\/strong> (1911), which is based on a fatal sledding accident in 1904 at the intersection of Hawthorne St. and Old Stockbridge Rd. in Lenox. By her attempt to discern a lesson, or moral, from an historical event, Wharton keeps good company with fellow Berkshire writer Nathaniel Hawthorne<\/a>, whose Scarlet Letter<\/em> also is based on old Salem history.<\/p>\n

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\"Edith<\/a>Born Edith Newbold Jones<\/strong> on Jan. 24, 1862 in New York City, Edith Wharton died on Aug. 11, 1837 in France, where she was buried at Versailles<\/strong> with the honors owed a war hero and a chevalier of the Legion of Honor<\/strong>, France’s response to her service during the war. She is the first woman awarded a Pulitzer Prize<\/strong>, in 1921, for The Age of innocence<\/em>.<\/p>\n

Like her fellow Berkshire writer Herman Melville, Edith Wharton had an ancestor who was a general in the American Revolution.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

“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.” So begins Edith Wharton’s novella […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[14],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-25317","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","category-literature","entry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/idealpoetry.com\/rwc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25317","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/idealpoetry.com\/rwc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/idealpoetry.com\/rwc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idealpoetry.com\/rwc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idealpoetry.com\/rwc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=25317"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/idealpoetry.com\/rwc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/25317\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/idealpoetry.com\/rwc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=25317"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idealpoetry.com\/rwc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=25317"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/idealpoetry.com\/rwc\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=25317"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}