Volume 29, Number 13 · August 12, 1982

The Lesson of the Master

By Cynthia Ozick

There was a period in my life—to purloin a famous Jamesian title, 'The Middle Years'—when I used to say, with as much ferocity as I could muster, 'I hate Henry James and I wish he was dead.'



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