A review by mcrawfordmiller
The Glimpses of the Moon by Edith Wharton

2.0

This book read like a Fred Astaire and Ginger Rogers musical...about two people who really love each other and should be together, but they keep on having misunderstandings and the characters have such close brushes with finally understanding what the other is up to, that it is positively agonizing for the reader. This got a little tiresome after a while. I don't know what I think of Wharton as a comic author...the genre seems to partially eclipse the exquisite sadness that is her genius.