The Portrait of a Lady
A Classics, 19th Century, Literature book. ...It often seemed to her that she thought too much about herself, you could have...
Isabel Archer has been brought to England from Albany, New York, by her Aunt Touchett to extend her education, possibly to marry well.Isabel, proud and independent, has other ideas. She has no desire to marry and wishes to create her own future, rather than finding it as a wife. Consequently she refuses two very eligible suitors: Lord Warburton and Caspar Goodwood, who has followed her to Europe from America. When her uncle Lord Touchett dies, leaving Isabel a fortune, he unwittingly does her a great disservice, for on a visit to Italy she is introduced by Madame Merle to Gilbert Osmond. Osmond is a charming but worthless dilettante who sees Isabel as a beautiful prize, a mother for his daughter Pansy, and a source of easily attained wealth. From his cruel cynicism comes Isabel's tragic disillusionment. In his exquisitely crafted and deeply ironic novel, Henry James depicts the heart and soul of a young woman whose destiny is taken from her own hands.
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If one is strong, one loves the more strongly. Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady // To say that she had a book is to say that her solitude did not press upon her; for her love of knowledge had a fertilizing quality and her imagination was strong. There was at this time, however, a want of lightness in her situation, which the arrival of an unexpected visitor did much to dispel. Henry James, The Portrait of a Lady // ...It often seemed to her that she thought too much about herself, you could have made her blush any day of the year, by telling her she was selfish. She was always planning out her own development, desiring her own perfection, observing her own progress. Her nature had for her own imagination a certain garden-like quality, a suggestion of perfume and murmuring bows, of shady bowers and of lengthening vistas, which made her feel that introspection was, after all, an exercise in the open air, and that a visit to the recesses of ones mind was harmless...
Todos querem casar com a Isabelinha que rica e bonitinha...Lord Warburton: Isabel, quer casar comigo?Isabel Archer: No. Eu quero ser independente.Caspar Goodwood: Isabel, case-se comigo.Isabel Archer: No. Eu quero ser livre.Ralph Touchett: Eu gostava de me casar com a Isabel, mas no lhe vou dizer nada porque sei que ela no quer.Gilbert... I made it 40% of the way through this monstrosity before I had to finally throw in the towel. Apparently no one ever told James "show don't tell" judging by the complete lack of action in this book. In fact nothing ever happens. It just drags on and on in an annoying narrative voice that is too fond of metaphor and long descriptive... This is the sexiest novel of all time. Youre screwing up your face right now, I can tell. It is though, its sexy as fuck. People often want to tell you that Henry James greatest flaw was his lack of passion. Nabokov, if I recall correctly, labelled his work blonde. I dont think he meant that in the way that modern readers would understand...
