Ethan Frome AKA What the hell is wrong with Edith Wharton?
Intentional Suckage?
Ah, Edith Wharton. A stylish and upper class New Yorker who hated being both...and who went out of her way to tell us about it. All the time. In everything she ever wrote. Like ever.
And I'm not going to lie: I love her. She's my huge, fat lady crush. I love her writing style, I love her annoying ass and incredibly unlikable characters, and I love the fact that nobody ever gets what they want in the end. Why? Because it's real, people.
If you're not a huge bookworm to begin with, the only thing you might have ever heard about Wharton is that she wrote Ethan Frome. "Right...that story about farmers who sled into trees, right?"
Bingo! And it's great. But interestingly enough, if anybody is going to hate on anything of Wharton's, it's Ethan and Co. Why is this? I think it might be because for many people, this is the first exposure they have to her work, and they're forced to read it in school. And we all know that when your teachers tell you to, of course you don't want to.
But does she suck, really? I say yes!
On purpose.
