A New York Review Books OriginalEdith Wharton wrote about New York as only a native can.
Her Manhattan is a city of well-appointed drawing rooms, hansoms and broughams, all-night cotillions, and resplendent Fifth Avenue flats.
Bishops’ nieces mingle with bachelor industrialists; respectable wives turn into excellent mistresses.
All are governed by a code of behavior as rigid as it is precarious.
What fascinates Wharton are the points of weakness in the structure of Old New York: the artists a.