By way of contrast, a book I have never read before and a real shock at that.
Not a comedy of manners, nor a US/European culture clash as I had expected, but a provincial novel about the deep south, Boston and New York.
But the most amazing things to me were that it featured:
Long discourses (tongue in cheek - I am not sure) about proto-feminism 50 years before the suffragettes and 100 before the 1970s intellectualised Marxist feminism.
Set against a theatrical/mountebank background - a girl inspired to preach/rabble rouse and
A strongly implied lesbian love theme.
So, not really what i expected from Henry James. One to re-read at some point.
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