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# The Day Edith Wharton Was Born: January 24, 1862
On January 24, 1862, a baby girl named Edith Newbold Jones entered the world in New York City, born into the kind of old-money aristocracy that would later inspire the phrase "keeping up with the Joneses" (yes, *those* Joneses!). Little did her upper-crust family know that this child would grow up to become Edith Wharton, one of America's greatest novelists and the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.
Born during the Civil War into a society obsessed with propriety, rigid social codes, and who sat where at dinner parties, Edith was raised in an environment where women were expected to be decorative, marry well, and certainly not become serious writers. Her mother actively discouraged her literary ambitions, once dismissing her daughter's early poetry with withering disdain. But Edith was quietly rebellious, teaching herself multiple languages and devouring books in her father's library when no one was watching.
What makes Wharton's story particularly delicious is that she took everything her stifling society tried to impose on her and weaponized it into art. She became the ultimate insider-turned-whistleblower, using her intimate knowledge of New York's elite to dissect their hypocrisy, cruelty, and moral bankruptcy with surgical precision. Her masterpiece, *The Age of Innocence* (1920), for which she won that groundbreaking Pulitzer, was essentially a devastating takedown of the very world that raised her—a world where appearances mattered more than happiness and social conventions could destroy lives.
Beyond her literary achievements, Wharton lived an extraordinary life. She designed her own homes (writing a influential book on interior decoration), had a passionate affair in her forties after a miserable marriage, moved to France where she became a fierce advocate during World War I (earning the French Legion of Honor), and maintained friendships with literary giants like Henry James, who called her his "angel of devastation."
The woman born on this January day 164 years ago proved that you could be born into a gilded cage and still find a way to pick the lock, walk out, and then write brilliantly about everything that was wrong with the cage in the first place. She published over 40 books, won major awards, and died wealthy and celebrated in 1937—not bad for someone whose mother thought writing was unladylike.
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On January 24, 1862, a baby girl named Edith Newbold Jones entered the world in New York City, born into the kind of old-money aristocracy that would later inspire the phrase "keeping up with the Joneses" (yes, *those* Joneses!). Little did her upper-crust family know that this child would grow up to become Edith Wharton, one of America's greatest novelists and the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.
Born during the Civil War into a society obsessed with propriety, rigid social codes, and who sat where at dinner parties, Edith was raised in an environment where women were expected to be decorative, marry well, and certainly not become serious writers. Her mother actively discouraged her literary ambitions, once dismissing her daughter's early poetry with withering disdain. But Edith was quietly rebellious, teaching herself multiple languages and devouring books in her father's library when no one was watching.
What makes Wharton's story particularly delicious is that she took everything her stifling society tried to impose on her and weaponized it into art. She became the ultimate insider-turned-whistleblower, using her intimate knowledge of New York's elite to dissect their hypocrisy, cruelty, and moral bankruptcy with surgical precision. Her masterpiece, *The Age of Innocence* (1920), for which she won that groundbreaking Pulitzer, was essentially a devastating takedown of the very world that raised her—a world where appearances mattered more than happiness and social conventions could destroy lives.
Beyond her literary achievements, Wharton lived an extraordinary life. She designed her own homes (writing a influential book on interior decoration), had a passionate affair in her forties after a miserable marriage, moved to France where she became a fierce advocate during World War I (earning the French Legion of Honor), and maintained friendships with literary giants like Henry James, who called her his "angel of devastation."
The woman born on this January day 164 years ago proved that you could be born into a gilded cage and still find a way to pick the lock, walk out, and then write brilliantly about everything that was wrong with the cage in the first place. She published over 40 books, won major awards, and died wealthy and celebrated in 1937—not bad for someone whose mother thought writing was unladylike.
Some great Deals https://amzn.to/49SJ3Qs
For more check out http://www.quietplease.ai
This content was created in partnership and with the help of Artificial Intelligence AI
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By Inception Point Ai# The Day Edith Wharton Was Born: January 24, 1862
On January 24, 1862, a baby girl named Edith Newbold Jones entered the world in New York City, born into the kind of old-money aristocracy that would later inspire the phrase "keeping up with the Joneses" (yes, *those* Joneses!). Little did her upper-crust family know that this child would grow up to become Edith Wharton, one of America's greatest novelists and the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.
Born during the Civil War into a society obsessed with propriety, rigid social codes, and who sat where at dinner parties, Edith was raised in an environment where women were expected to be decorative, marry well, and certainly not become serious writers. Her mother actively discouraged her literary ambitions, once dismissing her daughter's early poetry with withering disdain. But Edith was quietly rebellious, teaching herself multiple languages and devouring books in her father's library when no one was watching.
What makes Wharton's story particularly delicious is that she took everything her stifling society tried to impose on her and weaponized it into art. She became the ultimate insider-turned-whistleblower, using her intimate knowledge of New York's elite to dissect their hypocrisy, cruelty, and moral bankruptcy with surgical precision. Her masterpiece, *The Age of Innocence* (1920), for which she won that groundbreaking Pulitzer, was essentially a devastating takedown of the very world that raised her—a world where appearances mattered more than happiness and social conventions could destroy lives.
Beyond her literary achievements, Wharton lived an extraordinary life. She designed her own homes (writing a influential book on interior decoration), had a passionate affair in her forties after a miserable marriage, moved to France where she became a fierce advocate during World War I (earning the French Legion of Honor), and maintained friendships with literary giants like Henry James, who called her his "angel of devastation."
The woman born on this January day 164 years ago proved that you could be born into a gilded cage and still find a way to pick the lock, walk out, and then write brilliantly about everything that was wrong with the cage in the first place. She published over 40 books, won major awards, and died wealthy and celebrated in 1937—not bad for someone whose mother thought writing was unladylike.
Some great Deals https://amzn.to/49SJ3Qs
For more check out http://www.quietplease.ai
This content was created in partnership and with the help of Artificial Intelligence AI
On January 24, 1862, a baby girl named Edith Newbold Jones entered the world in New York City, born into the kind of old-money aristocracy that would later inspire the phrase "keeping up with the Joneses" (yes, *those* Joneses!). Little did her upper-crust family know that this child would grow up to become Edith Wharton, one of America's greatest novelists and the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction.
Born during the Civil War into a society obsessed with propriety, rigid social codes, and who sat where at dinner parties, Edith was raised in an environment where women were expected to be decorative, marry well, and certainly not become serious writers. Her mother actively discouraged her literary ambitions, once dismissing her daughter's early poetry with withering disdain. But Edith was quietly rebellious, teaching herself multiple languages and devouring books in her father's library when no one was watching.
What makes Wharton's story particularly delicious is that she took everything her stifling society tried to impose on her and weaponized it into art. She became the ultimate insider-turned-whistleblower, using her intimate knowledge of New York's elite to dissect their hypocrisy, cruelty, and moral bankruptcy with surgical precision. Her masterpiece, *The Age of Innocence* (1920), for which she won that groundbreaking Pulitzer, was essentially a devastating takedown of the very world that raised her—a world where appearances mattered more than happiness and social conventions could destroy lives.
Beyond her literary achievements, Wharton lived an extraordinary life. She designed her own homes (writing a influential book on interior decoration), had a passionate affair in her forties after a miserable marriage, moved to France where she became a fierce advocate during World War I (earning the French Legion of Honor), and maintained friendships with literary giants like Henry James, who called her his "angel of devastation."
The woman born on this January day 164 years ago proved that you could be born into a gilded cage and still find a way to pick the lock, walk out, and then write brilliantly about everything that was wrong with the cage in the first place. She published over 40 books, won major awards, and died wealthy and celebrated in 1937—not bad for someone whose mother thought writing was unladylike.
Some great Deals https://amzn.to/49SJ3Qs
For more check out http://www.quietplease.ai
This content was created in partnership and with the help of Artificial Intelligence AI