Abstract

In 2013, in a Paris library, I found a long and interesting letter from Edith Wharton to Minnie Bourget. Among other things, Wharton discusses her reading—including Henry James's latest (but unnamed) novel—and her own writing. In this article I explain why I think the letter was written in 1896, and what new questions the date opens up.

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