The women in this story, i can tell right away are catty. It begins to remind me of an 1800's desperate housewives, or real housewives of the 1800's. A bunch of women getting together, even though mostly they don't like each other, to talk about a "common interest". Of course there's a hierarchy of who's important; who's in charge, sort of a thing.
It's funny how quickly with Orsic Dane their tunes change. They're initially so proud to have her, then they want to catch her in something. Something tells me Xingu is either made up, or so obscure that they haven't studied it, and neither has Dane, but they'll be expected to go on discussing it the next meeting, and hence have to study it. I think by Mrs. Roby's attempts at talking about it that it's real, but so obscure that none of them can remember it.
This was a silly sort of story, but I liked it for that I guess. And just as I suspected, something was amiss about Xingu...well, it wasn't made up but it was an excellent sort of scape-goat or analogy or however one might put it, for a religion or philosophy. It was clever, the characters though many were fairly individual - even if at times hard to keep straight.
After reading Xingu, this story was a relief. I quite liked it, and thought it was one of the better ones of Wharton's so far. That said, as it's what I'll write my paper on, I don't want to spend much thought here. Quite good.
WRITING A WAR STORY
Reading this after "Coming Home" was interesting, it made me wonder if Wharton was projecting her experience into yet another story, that sort of piggy-backed "Coming Home". I think it's funny how she showcases men's treatment of women back then. At first, i sort of laughed (though still feeling bad about it) that the men all were referring to her picture. After how much I liked the last story, this one was only so so for me. I don't much care for a writer writing a short story about a writer, even if they have interesting ways of describing writing.
The capitilization of sweet makes me think that the "walk WE not" means she has a lover that is dead; whose ghost she still visits?
This is a very creepy poem! "The dead can smite".
Ah, but it is just her and her lover, who witness the hour on All Souls Night when the dead rise. It seems maybe they relish in it. Very creepy, very wonderful poem. I'm curious to read more of her poetry, too as it was skillfully written with rhyme and meter.