"His Whole Future Seemed Suddenly to be Unrolled Before Him; and Passing Down its Endless Emptiness He Saw the Dwindling Figure of a Man to Whom Nothing Was Ever to Happen"

Well, I've been a busy little reader, although I haven't gotten around to writing posts just yet.

I have emerged from high society of the 1870s New York by finishing the Age of Innocence. And I was utterly fascinated by the portrait that Edith Wharton painted. With lavish descriptions of the luxurious food, furniture, and clothing  of the time, you certainly get a very detailed visual picture of the wealthy, high class society that the characters exist in.

She also provides a clear idea of the almost inbred quality of who was deemed acceptable to be admitted into the small circle of society. And while many of the characters display a wide spectrum of their role in this tight-knit world (from isolating themselves from it to being the busy-body at the center of it), none of the characters, in the end, will fight it. They are all so very bound to the customs and codes that have been followed for generations. So as much as the main character, Newland, is conflicted by wanting to be free from the expectations and trappings of his upbringing and class, he concurrently defends it and is as much of a snob as the rest of the characters (although this is certainly debatable).

And in fact, many of the characters display so much hypocrisy, except perhaps Ellen Olenska. So I found it kind of difficult to really like or root for any of the characters. I certainly had hoped for a different ending, but I know that was the ending that needed to be written. And while the last chapter, set 26 years after the previous chapter, provides some indication that acceptable behavior certainly had evolved in their society, it almost seemed like a consolation prize for how I had hoped the story would end.

The main thing, though, that I could not stop thinking about throughout this book, more so than any other book I've probably ever read, was how much I wanted to watch the  movie. I made the mistake of looking up the movie before I read the book, and all I could picture the entire time was Michelle Pfeiffer, Winona Ryder, and Daniel Day Lewis (although he seemed more like a Christian Bale in my head) as the main characters. I don't really know why I'm so jonesing to see it...I think it's just to put it all together visually. Plus it was directed by Martin Scorcese (surprising right?) so it intrigues me all the more. Alas, it isn't available on my cable movies, so I'll just have to figure something else out (damn you Comcast!!).

So I dug it and would highly recommend the book. I almost kind of wish there were more than just 2 other books by Edith Wharton on my lists (Ethan Frome and House of Mirth). She is certainly an author whose works I plan to read much more of.

247 books left to go.

And one last total random note: the phrase "keeping up with the Joneses" supposedly refers to Edith Wharton's father's family. File that away for random trivia night too!