Friday, April 3, 2015

The Fulness of Life

Edith Wharton (1862–1937)
From Edith Wharton: Collected Stories 1891–1910

Detail from “The Wicket of Paradise,” by American illustrator Howard Pyle (1853–1911), the first of four full-color panels for his allegorical story “Travels of the Soul,” published in the December 1902 issue of Century Magazine. Image courtesy of the Null Entropy website.
For much of the last decade of the nineteenth century Edith Wharton worked on her debut book of fiction, a collection of eight stories published in 1898 under the title The Greater Inclination. Only two of the stories appeared previously in magazines; the rest were written specifically for the volume. Her editor, Edward Burlingame, had urged her to revise and include a couple of the five tales that had appeared in periodicals between 1891 and 1896; he seemed to have been especially keen on her second published story, “The Fulness of Life.” But Wharton responded,
As to the old stories of which you speak so kindly, I regard them as the excesses of youth. They were all written “at the top of my voice,” & The Fulness of Life is one long shriek. —I may not write any better, but at least I hope that I write in a lower key, & I fear that the voice of those early tales will drown all the others; it is for this reason I prefer not to publish them.
Years later, in her 1934 memoir A Backward Glance, she admitted the early stories “attracted attention, and gave me the pleasant flutter incidental to first seeing one’s self in print; but they brought me no nearer to other workers in the same field.” A contemporary critic, reviewing the issue of Scribner’s in which the story appeared, singled it out for ambiguous praise: “You are at loss as to whether the author meant to be deeply metaphysical or broadly comic. She has certainly achieved the last result.” In recent decades, however, the story has received renewed attention, particularly for its widely discussed metaphor, “that a woman’s nature is like a great house full of rooms,” some public, some private, with a central chamber that houses her soul.

Nevertheless, Wharton felt this and the other early stories didn’t really define her as the writer she hoped to become. “I continued to live my old life,” she continues in her memoir, “for my husband was a fond of society as ever, and I knew of no other existence, except in our annual escapes to Italy. I had as yet no real personality of my own . . .” At the root of the problem, as she hints in this confession, was her increasingly unsatisfying marriage to Edward (“Teddy”) Wharton and especially their lack of intimacy, both intellectual and physical. As biographer Hermione Lee concludes, Wharton’s early stories were never reprinted because of “her anxieties of self-exposure,” and the depiction of marriage in “The Fulness of Life” conspicuously revealed “too much about her isolation and frustration.”

Although the Whartons were married for nearly three decades, Teddy, like the character in Edith’s story, “never got beyond the family sitting-room” in her metaphorical house. They divorced in 1913.

Note: In the revealing scene at the center of the story, the married couple visits the fourteenth-century church of Orsanmichele in Florence and its famous tabernacle designed by Andrea di Cione di Arcangelo, better known as Orcagna.

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For hours she had lain in a kind of gentle torpor, not unlike that sweet lassitude which masters one in the hush of a midsummer noon, when the heat seems to have silenced the very birds and insects, and, lying sunk in the tasselled meadow-grasses, one looks up through a level roofing of maple-leaves at the vast, shadowless, and unsuggestive blue. . . . If you don't see the full selection below, click here (PDF) or click here (Google Docs) to read it—free!

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