Edith Wharton, A Writing Life: Marriage by Robert Armitage, Stephen A. Schwarzman Building, Gen. Research Division
In a writer’s life, nothing is ever wasted. Every wrinkle in the fabric of experience can be transformed into fictional material. Although there is nothing directly autobiographical in the novels and stories of American novelist Edith Wharton (born Edith Jones), they reflect very distinctly both the shape of her life and the movements of her thought. In my previous postabout her childhood, I left off with an unresolved question, one which would have been deeply troubling to Lucretia Jones, Edith’s mother:
What’s to be done with a young woman stricken with a misguided appetite for reading books and an even more unhealthy aspiration to write them?
The answer, of course, is to marry her off as soon as possible. [read the rest at this link.]