by Andrew Rimby It was around 11:40am when I attempted to reopen my laptop so I could login to the Zoom that would open up the portal for me to discuss Walt Whitman’s influence on Edith Wharton’s poetics. But, the dreaded phrase “Working on Updates” popped up on my computer and the percentage slowly increasedContinue reading “The Spirit of Edith Wharton on Long Island (or, how Edith Wharton almost stopped me from spreading salacious gossip)”