To her friends and family she was known as "Pussy Jones." The saying "keeping up with the Joneses" is said to refer to her father's family. She was baptized April 20, 1862, Easter Sunday, at Grace Church. She had two older brothers, Frederic Rhinelander, who was sixteen, and Henry Edward, who was eleven. Edith Wharton was born Edith Newbold Jones to George Frederic Jones and Lucretia Stevens Rhinelander at their brownstone at 14 West Twenty-third Street in New York City. Wharton was acquainted with many of the well-known people of her day, both in America and in Europe, including President Theodore Roosevelt. She won the Pulitzer Prize for Literature in 1921, and was the first woman to receive this honor. Her novels and short stories realistically portrayed the lives and morals of the late nineteenth century, an era of decline and faded wealth. Wharton combined an insider's view of American aristocracy with a powerful prose style. Įdith Wharton ( born Edith Newbold Jones JanuAugust 11, 1937) was an American novelist, short story writer, and designer. Wharton was acquainted with many of the well-known people of.
In the Mellah district of Fez she describes “unwieldy grandmothers, huge lumps of tallowy flesh who were probably still in the thirties” a dignitary is “draped in fat as in a toga”.Edith Wharton ( born Edith Newbold Jones JanuAugust 11, 1937) was an American novelist, short story writer, and designer. Bright dresses against the white architecture of Moulay Idriss “like a flower field on the edge of a marble quarry” are remarkable because “the average Moroccan crowd is the colour of its houses. The sun is “a brazen ball in a white sky, darting down metallic shafts”. At the ruins of Chella outside Rabat, she writes of an “aged fig tree clamped in uptorn tiles and thrusting gouty arms between the arches”. Wharton did not become the first woman to win a Pulitzer for literature without an impressive turn of phrase. Hot-footing it out of Tangier’s “familiar dog-eared world of travel”, she stops in Rabat, moves east to Volubilis, Moulay Idriss and Meknes, on to Fez and finally southwest to Marrakesh. She bemoans the wartime restrictions that give her just a month, and limited fuel, to play with, but considering these limitations, she packs in a decent amount. Somewhere between a travelogue and a guidebook, Wharton’s portrait of the country is far from comprehensive.
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