If only as a change from Dickens, I thought I'd mark Edith Wharton's 150th birthday this week by watching the movie version of The House of Mirth ... but found that I couldn't bear watching Gillian Anderson as one of my favourite tragic literary heroines, Lily Bart. I turned it off in disgust.
So instead I've been watching wonderful Bette Davis as The Old Maid in the 1939 movie version of one of Wharton's Old New York stories, which I've never read.
You are wicked, Charlotte. You are wicked.
No, I'm not wicked. I never could have done what you've done to me. You made me an old maid ...
Completely over the top and irresistible and all the more enjoyable for knowing that, in real life, Bette Davis and her co-star Miriam Hopkins really had their claws in each other.