Henry James', "Daisy Miller"
It's a lot like the mood of Wings of Dove, but I think Wings came after he had mastered his craft and gained a wealth of wisdom from his life. The central character, Daisy is American and bears a lot of resemblance to the American character in Wings. Maybe James was working out that character when she was a budding melon. I'm glad I read it, regardless. It is like a heterosexual version of Death in Venice only less haughty. James has the humility I love in Turgenev. He strikes me as a humble, proper soul with a very fragile ego and exquisite taste in life and language.
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