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2026 Edith Wharton Summit: Day 1

So, to deviate from scholarly speculations to real-world documentation, I present the following post (in three parts, over three weeks) dedicated to my visit to Edith Wharton’s estate in the Berkshires, called The Mount, late in the first week of June of this year – here we go!!

To begin, the many panels and roundtables were hosted in the beautifully restored stable house: some were held in the stable auditorium, while the others were held, simultaneously, in the “carriage wash,” where Edith Wharton’s horses and carriages were routinely cleaned. This imposing building served as home base for the majority of the event’s programming, as well as for breaks for lunch and refreshments. Some titles of the panels I myself personally attended include: “Architecture and Archaeology;” “Natural and Built Environments;” “Mapping Time and Space;” “The Novels: New Approaches;” and “Adaptations.” These scholarly, masterful panels reflected new perspectives on Wharton’s work, most of which are meant to be published in a special double issue of The Edith Wharton Review, in the fall (though, don’t quote me on this one). Each presenter spoke with poise and confidence, graciously taking questions at the end of each panel.

Following the first two panels/roundtables of the day, I decided to go for a reflective stroll through the grounds. It had been seventeen years since my first, and last, visit to The Mount; but how I remembered the joy of seeing Wharton’s mansion just around the wooded bend, connecting participants between mansion and stable house. Upon entering, one is greeted with an elegant entrance hall, followed by servants’ hallways, a kitchen, and a tastefully appointed gift and bookshop, full of Wharton- and literary-themed gifts, and many published works from her oeuvre. Taking the main stairs, one is greeted by the long, bright gallery, with mirrors, plush seating, and period statuary. Immediately ahead is Teddy Wharton’s study, follow by Edith’s library (more on that in a bit), the drawing room, and dining room, which spills out onto the open-air terrace. The second level includes Wharton’s bedroom, where she wrote much of her work in bed, including The House of Mirth and Ethan Frome, and other various rooms filled with exhibits about her life and works.

Deciding to capture more fresh air, I entered the terrace from the dining room and descended down the majestic stone steps to Wharton’s walled garden pathway. To the right, passing through a bouquet of lilacs, is Wharton’s Italian garden, the fountain of which is surrounded by white begonias. There are a few benches interspersed throughout this sheltered oasis, and I did not hesitate to seize the opportunity to relax and drink in the refreshing fragrances of my favorite of the two gardens. Being rejuvenated, I headed back down the path to the French garden, with another, dolphin-adorned fountain, surrounded by small bouquets of Wharton’s favorite blooms, including lilies, hydrangeas, and dahlias. Each garden has its own particular view of the mansion and grounds, and each are splendid in their own unique design and construction.

Towards the close of the afternoon was a “breakout session,” which was comprised of an up-close view of Wharton’s library. Upon gathering and entering past the visitor barricade, our guide immediately pointed out Wharton’s collections, starting with her extensive editions in French, German, and Italian. The shelves themselves were set in handsome wood-panelled walls, with Wharton’s writing desk placed rather centrally within the room. Our guide later pointed out several editions gifted to Wharton and inscribed by her associates, including her publisher, Charles Scribner; her colleague, friend, and rival, Henry James; and even her governess and confidante, Anna Bahlmann. Along with these fascinating tomes was a rare collection of photos, the only ones known to fully capture The Mount under construction.

The evening ended with a soiree that brought together all the gathered scholars, academics, and Wharton enthusiasts, allowing for a delightful intermingling and exchanging of ideas and observations. This tasteful event concluded with a lifetime achievement award presented to renowned Wharton scholars Drs. R. Alan Price and Irene Goldman-Price (sorry, no photos of this!!). A huge and humble shout-out to Sarah Margolis-Pineo, director of the summit, and Drs. Laura Rattray and Emily Orlando, legendary Wharton scholars, who spearheaded the panels and presentations. This overwhelming experience was only made possible by these and other auxiliary staff and academics, ensuring everyone would walk away at the end of each day with something extraordinary.

Stay tuned for my next post, 2026 Edith Wharton Summit: Day 2, to be published next Monday, June 22nd!! I certainly hope you enjoyed this one, and please, by all means comment with any questions or remarks you may have about any part of the event. Please also ask permission or give credit before reproducing photos. Thank you for visiting!!

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Summer in Winter

On this official last day of winter, with balmier seasons ahead, I thought it appropriate to revisit Wharton’s oft-neglected novella to postulate something that may or may not have had an effect on her characters, plot, and ending: what would Summer have been like had Wharton set the story in winter, like her Ethan Frome??

The novella begins as thus:

“It was the beginning of a June afternoon. The springlike transparent sky shed a rain of silver sunshine on the roofs of the village, and on the pastures and larchwoods surrounding it. A little wind moved among the round white clouds on the shoulders of the hills, driving their shadows across the fields and down the grassy road that takes the name of the street when it passes through North Dormer. The place lies high and in the open, and lacks the lavish shade of the more protected New England villages. The clump of weeping-willows about the duck pond, and the Norway spruces in front of the Hatchard gate, cast almost the only roadside shadow between lawyer Royall’s house and the point where, at the other end of the village, the road rises above the church and skirts the black hemlock wall enclosing the cemetery.”

It is easy to observe the contrast here. Wharton would have you believe that the setting is nothing but warm, pleasant, and bucolic, this put in stark relief against her Ethan Frome, which is an icy tale full of woe and misery. The reader is led towards a positive outlook, perhaps to think that all that is to follow will have a satisfying outcome, a stereotypical “happy ending.” After all, who doesn’t like the weather in June?? And how could any of Wharton’s characters be unhappy in such a dreamy place??

Put under a microscope, however, we are led to something quite different. As readers of Summer, we know that the ending is not ideal, and that her characters, at least her main character, Charity, do not end up particularly happy or satisfied. Charity, like Ethan, is looking for an escape, a chance to break free from her confines, because, to her, this summer landscape is stifling and restrictive. Our minds thereby travel to what the extreme of summer looks, and feels, like at its harshest. The heat and humidity is indeed stifling, and most people do not venture outdoors. The same is true for the winter, in which the drifts of snow and icy temperatures keep most people home bound. So, we can deduce that the extremes of each season leads certain characters, whether in fiction or in real life, to a sort of “cabin fever” effect, where the effects of atmosphere, temperature, and precipitation are prone to driving people to their limits.

And it is this propulsion to the limit that we see affect both Charity and Ethan. It does not matter the season. The extremes of each is what hurtles each character to their individual, but identical fates. Would Charity have indeed escaped North Dormer had Wharton set the story in the winter?? Would Charity have been more resourceful, or more inspired to break free had the winter had its grip on North Dormer?? And inversely, would Ethan have had better luck escaping Starkfield had Wharton set his story in the summer?? It behooves the reader to conclude that, no, it does not matter for Charity or Ethan whether it is summer or winter. We see the glimpses into their identical fates, which ultimately lead to their spiritual destruction. It is evident and foreshadowed in the passage quoted above, where the road ends, just as Charity and Ethan’s stories end, in a place of death, the cemetery.

Readers ultimately mourn for and empathize with Charity and Ethan. But it is at Wharton’s hand that we see their fates played out in the harshest ways. Wharton, in her time, had to bring her characters to such extremes to light attention to the plight of rural men and women of her era. For such people, there were few opportunities for escape or improvement. What we normally observe as the change of seasons in the most delightful of ways were mechanisms of torture for her characters. And perhaps once that warm summer sun pokes over the horizon, or the first snow of winter blows our direction, we’ll remember them more profoundly.

***Stay tuned for more posts!! This June, I will be attending the Edith Wharton Summit 2026 in Lenox, Massachusetts!! So, I look forward to having a plethora of material for future content. Enjoy, and Happy Spring!!

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