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Series: NYRB Classics
ISBN: 9781681375724
Pages: 352
Publication Date: September 28, 2021

GhostsStories

by Edith Wharton, selected and with a preface by the author

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No history of the American uncanny tale would be complete without mention of Edith Wharton, yet many of Wharton's most dedicated admirers are unaware that she was a master of the form. 

In fact, one of Wharton's final literary acts was assembling Ghosts, a personal selection of her own most chilling stories, written between 1902 and 1937. In “The Lady's Maid's Bell,” the earliest tale included here, a servant's dedication to her mistress continues from beyond the grave, and in “All Souls,” the last story Wharton wrote, an elderly woman treads the permeable line between life and the hereafter.

In all her writing, Wharton's great gift was to mercilessly illuminate the motives of men and women, and her ghost stories never stray far from the preoccupations of the living, using the supernatural to investigate such worldly matters as violence within marriage, the horrors of aging, the rot at the root of new fortunes, the darkness that stares back from the abyss of one's own soul.

These are stories to “send a cold shiver down one's spine,” not to terrify, and as Wharton explains her in her preface, her goal in writing them was to counter “the hard grind of modern speeding-up” by preserving that ineffable space of “silence and continuity” which is not merely the prerogative of humanity, but—“in the fun of the shudder”—its delight.

Praise

It's this alertness to the terror of being a stranger in one's own house, in one's own self, that makes Wharton such a fine and frightening writer of ghost stories.
—Hermione Lee, The New York Review of Books

These ghost stories are not mere genre, not chills and thrills. They are about the liberty of the form itself. . . . I believe that these macabre stories were, for Edith Wharton, another way out, another departure and yet another entry into the penetrating observations on the destructive powers of human possession, the aftermath of dispossession and the haunting power of love.
—Maureen Howard

A blend of Poe, Hawthorne and Henry James, [Wharton] has a lightness of touch that belies the often very grisly tale.
—Kate Mosse, The Guardian

Mysterious and coolly menacing stories of the supernatural.
—Dan Chaon, The Week