"I am re-reading Henry James as a change from history. I began with Daisy Miller, and I've just finished Washington Square. What a brilliant, painful book"
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A novelist of manners becomes, for a working historian, a kind of palate cleanser that still cuts. Fraser frames the re-reading of Henry James as “a change from history,” but the tell is that she doesn’t pick frothy escapism; she picks Daisy Miller and Washington Square, two books where the past is less a timeline than a trap. The intent feels practical and intimate at once: step away from archives and public consequence, then enter a world where a glance, a sentence, a withheld approval can alter a life as definitively as a war or a law.
The subtext is a quiet admission about the historian’s fatigue. History, especially the kind Fraser writes, is dense with power and catastrophe; James offers a different register of violence, the slow emotional attrition of social expectation. Calling Washington Square “brilliant, painful” is precise: its brilliance is architectural (James’s control, the calibrated cruelty), its pain is domestic and cumulative. It’s not tragedy with a drumbeat; it’s a father’s contempt, a society’s smirk, a young woman’s narrowed options.
There’s context in Fraser’s own career, too: she’s chronicled courts, scandals, marriages, and the politics inside drawing rooms. James isn’t an escape from history so much as history’s microclimate, where ideology appears as etiquette and power hides in “concern.” Re-reading becomes a form of calibration: a reminder that human cost is often measured not in body counts, but in the private, lifelong aftermath of being judged “properly.”
The subtext is a quiet admission about the historian’s fatigue. History, especially the kind Fraser writes, is dense with power and catastrophe; James offers a different register of violence, the slow emotional attrition of social expectation. Calling Washington Square “brilliant, painful” is precise: its brilliance is architectural (James’s control, the calibrated cruelty), its pain is domestic and cumulative. It’s not tragedy with a drumbeat; it’s a father’s contempt, a society’s smirk, a young woman’s narrowed options.
There’s context in Fraser’s own career, too: she’s chronicled courts, scandals, marriages, and the politics inside drawing rooms. James isn’t an escape from history so much as history’s microclimate, where ideology appears as etiquette and power hides in “concern.” Re-reading becomes a form of calibration: a reminder that human cost is often measured not in body counts, but in the private, lifelong aftermath of being judged “properly.”
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