{"id":11508,"date":"2021-04-06T17:40:44","date_gmt":"2021-04-06T21:40:44","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.lettersandsodas.com\/books\/?p=11508"},"modified":"2021-04-06T17:40:44","modified_gmt":"2021-04-06T21:40:44","slug":"daisy-miller-by-henry-james","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/daisy-miller-by-henry-james\/","title":{"rendered":"Daisy Miller by Henry James"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>In her introduction to the edition I read, Elizabeth Hardwick describes <i>Daisy Miller<\/i> as &#8220;an intramural battle between middle-aged, deracinated American women long abroad and a young, provincial American girl whose naturalness and friendliness are more suitable to hometown streets than to the mysteries of European society.&#8221; Hardwick also talks about &#8220;the banal social proprieties that will condemn the provincial spontaneity, friendliness, and forthrightness of Daisy,&#8221; and yeah, that about sums it up. Daisy is an American girl in Europe with her bratty younger brother and her ineffectual mother; while they&#8217;re in Vevey, Switzerland, she meets Frederick Winterbourne, who&#8217;s 27 or so. He&#8217;s charmed by her beauty and alternately charmed\/puzzled\/bothered by her flirtatiousness, lack of interest in or knowledge of proper social behavior, and general idiosyncrasies. They talk in a garden and visit a castle. Later, in Rome, their paths cross again, only now Daisy is flirting with &#8220;various third-rate Italians&#8221;, though mostly just one in particular. She scandalizes all the American expat society ladies by &#8220;flirting with any man she can pick up; sitting in corners with mysterious Italians; dancing all the evening with the same partner; receiving visits at eleven o&#8217;clock at night&#8221;: clearly &#8220;she has been going too far.&#8221; Winterbourne alternates between trying to give Daisy advice on how not to be ostracized and trying to tell others that she&#8217;s just a clueless innocent, though he can&#8217;t decide whether he thinks she actually <i>is<\/i> innocent or not. Without giving away the ending entirely: he ultimately decides she&#8217;s innocent, but at that point it&#8217;s too late. He goes back to Geneva and his normal life, where rumor has it he&#8217;s romantically involved with &#8220;a foreign lady, a person older than himself&#8221; (hm, double standard much?!). <\/p>\n<p>I didn&#8217;t love <i>Daisy Miller<\/i>, though I didn&#8217;t hate it either. There are some funny moments\u2014Daisy&#8217;s brother asking Winterbourne for a lump of sugar and promptly taking three; Winterbourne thinking maybe Mr. Miller is dead when Daisy&#8217;s brother says he&#8217;s &#8220;in a better place than Europe&#8221; (the kid just means his dad is in Schenectady); Winterbourne&#8217;s aunt and her friends gossiping in church in the midst of a service\u2014and some pleasing descriptions of European scenery, which I wanted more of. Also, I associate James with super-long\/lush\/elegant sentences, which I didn&#8217;t really find much of in this book\u2014maybe that&#8217;s more characteristic of his later work, but at any rate, I missed that style. <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In her introduction to the edition I read, Elizabeth Hardwick describes Daisy Miller as &#8220;an intramural battle between middle-aged, deracinated American women long abroad and a young, provincial American girl whose naturalness and friendliness are more suitable to hometown streets than to the mysteries of European society.&#8221; Hardwick also talks about &#8220;the banal social proprieties [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[5],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-11508","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-fiction"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11508","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/2"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=11508"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/11508\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=11508"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=11508"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lettersandsodas.com\/books\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=11508"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}