A review by crankylibrarian
The House of Mirth by Edith Wharton

5.0

Wharton was a brilliant writer; with a keen ability to twist the knife with beautifully constructed phrases. Describing Lily's self conscious positioning of herself on a bench, she writes,

"The spot was charming, and Lily was not insensible to the charm, or to the fact that her presence enhanced it; but she was not accustomed to taste the joys of solitude except in company, and the combination of a handsome girl and a romantic scene struck her as too good to be wasted."

That pretty much sums up Lily and the novel: pretension, glittering but insubstantial social artifice, leading to ultimate disappointment and waste. Yet I was touched by Lily's struggle to remain true to her moral values in the face of overwhelming temptation to abandon them, first for luxury, and later for self-preservation. Lily's inconsistency is maddening, but makes her far more real, and more empathetic than the ineffectual men who love her but abandon her.