This is a small novella. It reminds me so much of a few different Henry James stories (with the obvious splash of Edith Wharton). The time period of 1900 to about 1930 (before the full thrust of the Lost Generation and Modernism is in full steam) is a weird time in both the United States and the United Kingdom. Mark Tawin and Henry James cross over with Edith Wharton and Jack London. In the UK, Yeats, Joyce (I know I know Irish), Doyle cross over […]