segunda-feira, 5 de abril de 2010

These are not beautiful, expensively bound, well-ordered books with high-flown dedications from famous fellow authors. No, they are the battered, treasured, much-used library of a working woman, mostly paperbacks, stuffed full of notes, marks, clippings and reviews, written all over from cover to cover in Fitzgerald's clear, steady, italic handwriting. But these books are like Wharton's much grander library in this respect: they provide the entry point to a remarkable writer's reading life.