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The House of Mirth


"The House of Mirth” throws us into the deep end of New York’s high society, where Lily Bart is bobbing along like a diamond in a fishbowl — shiny but strapped. She’s holed up with Aunt Mrs. Peniston, who’s basically a living, breathing throwback Thursday, every day. Lily’s big plan? Marry loaded. Along comes Percy Gryce, a human ATM with the charisma of a dial tone. Lily’s all set to make the withdrawal until she hits the big red cancel button — can’t do the loveless matrimony gig. In swaggers Lawrence Selden, broke but sexy, lighting up her heart but definitely not her bank account.


Here’s where it gets real: Lily’s like that friend who plans the epic road trip, maps it all out, but then decides to stay home because they heard it might rain — somewhere. Deep down, she’s scared. Thinks if anyone really peeks behind the curtain, they’ll find a whole lot of nothing. So, she’s out here, pushing folks away before they can get too close and see the show ain’t worth the ticket. Her life is a series of almosts and what-ifs. She plants the seeds for a lush future but can’t seem to stay awake for the harvest. It’s a tug of war between craving wealth and despising its sources. She gambles, not just at cards but with her future, diving headfirst into stock investments under the dubious guidance of Gus Trenor, leading to scandal and societal exile.


When Lily starts playing with sleeping meds like they’re going out of style, it’s a whole mood — this is back when you could get your hands on anything, like ordering a latte with extra foam. After all, she lives in a New York where pharmacies dispense dreams and nightmares with the casual flair of a bartender mixing a Martini. No prescription? No problem! This laissez-faire attitude towards potent potions like barbiturates, chloral hydrate, and bromides turned the simple act of seeking slumber into a potentially perilous endeavor.


Lily, in her quest for rest (and, let’s be honest, escape), finds herself caught up in the vogue of Victorian-era self-medication — a pastime as fashionable as it was fatal. It’s like browsing through Netflix for the perfect movie to fall asleep to, but instead of waking up groggy, you might not wake up at all.


Now, let’s tilt the kaleidoscope. What if Lily had taken a detour into the world of LSD? Imagine her, not as a pawn in her own tragic tale, but as the author herself, calmly observing the chaos of her life with the serene detachment of a Buddha in Gucci loafers. The psychedelic whirl might have unraveled the fabric of her reality, showing her the absurdity of the social charades she played. Under the acid’s glow, she might’ve cracked up laughing at the rat race, seeing clear through the cash grabs and matrimony mania to something more legit, like being true to who you really are.


Lily OD’d on chloral hydrate, a drug as unforgiving as a New York minute. In an alternate universe where she chose LSD, she might have critiqued her life’s manuscript, editing the narrative from tragedy to triumph. This is the essence of a good trip, after all — gaining the perspective to see oneself not as a victim of circumstance but as the calm observer, the architect of one’s destiny, ready to rewrite the script with a bold new vision.


With a twist and shout, Edith Wharton’s “The House of Mirth” flips from a somber stroll down society lane to a kaleidoscopic sprint through what’s real and what’s just for show. This transformation owes much to Wharton’s razor-sharp humor and her uncanny ability to weave wit into the fabric of her narrative. It’s her tale, after all, spun with the kind of humor that winks at you from across the room, urging you to lighten up, ditch the script, and maybe, just maybe, dance like nobody’s watching — or like you’ve just dropped some very enlightening acid. Through Wharton’s eyes, we’re invited not just to observe Lily Bart’s journey but to see the absurdity and the beauty in the struggle, guided by an author who knows all too well the follies and foibles of the world she portrays.

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