I was so excited when my beautiful copy of A Motor-Flight Through France turned up in time for Wharton Review month.
The look and feel of the cover, the premise (a road trip through France pre-WWI), the paper, even the size of the book – perfect!
First published in 1908, this edition came with a thoughtful and enticing introduction from Mary Suzanne Schriber. Mary, along with her friend Lynne Waldeland, embarked on a five week roadtrip in 1980 with Wharton’s Motor-Flight as a guide.
What a delightful thing to do!
As Schribner describes it:
Wharton’s flight to France, however, was much more than a move away from America and its lack of interest in intellectual matters and intellectual women. It was a positive flight as well, toward stimulation and expansion.
A Motor-Flight Through France is stimulating and intellectual and full of the joys of the open road.
It’s obvious that Wharton loves France and the French way of life:
…everything speaks of long familiar intercourse between the earth and its inhabitants; every field has a name, a history, a distinct place of its own in the village polity; every blade of grass is there by an old feudal right….
Coming from another country with a small recorded history, I understand this desire to fall into the long history of Europe.
Like Wharton, I also like to read extensively (before, during and after) about the places that I visit. I like reading their histories. And I love reading the well-known stories as well as the contemporary authors.
Wharton & I should be besties! The perfect travelling companions.
But something went wrong.
Despite the occasional phrase, beautifully wrought, the fascinating black and white photographs and the all too rare gorgeous description, I began to realise that my high expectations were souring. Not because of what she was writing, but how she was writing it.
I became aware of a smugness, an intellectual superiority and at times, a snobbery towards people not like her.
I recall that I also had a similar response to A Backward Glance, her autobiography that I reviewed last year.
And now I’m left wondering if this will affect my future rereads of her novels? Can you love and adore a book when you’re no longer sure you like or admire the person who wrote it?
As an aside, I believe that A Motor-Flight Through France is dying for a modern make-over. Schriber missed a great opportunity to layer her 1980 road trip over Wharton’s. Perhaps Michael Palin (or me!!) could undertake to follow in Wharton’s tyre treads. We could compare her views to the modern day view. What buildings and scenes were destroyed during the wars? What has been built up, built over or lost?
A travelogue complete with touring maps, sumptuous photographs and George Sand quotes sounds very appealing to me.
5 thoughts on “A Motor-Flight Through France | Edith Wharton”
I have never heard of this book but it sounds very intriguing, aside from the smugness. That's a good question of one's feelings toward an author — increasingly I discover that writers are human beings, not gods as I had pictured them in childhood. Usually I can tolerate the disillusion but sometimes the failings are so huge — child abuse, sadism — that it's very hard to go back to the books with an open mind.Your idea of doing a modern remake is fantastic. Do let us know if you try it! : )
I've noticed those traits in writers of that time and it is off-putting but really it's how things were in that era and I try to accept that.I'm very sorry I don't have a review to link – May has been a very difficult month and although I started Summer it failed to draw me in and remains unfinished. 😦
Would love to read this… What a great idea to take the same journey …. Maybe someday!
It's too bad that Wharton apparently had a bit of a snobbish streak, but I think I can overlook that. There are worse things (like Lory said). You should totally do a makeover for this book. How fun would that be!
Brona, I thought I'd read everything by Wharton, so love that you found another. You threw me off by saying the trip was in 1980, which would have been a very different trip indeed. Maybe you could do that book. If Wharton's ghost traveled to France with her new understanding from the after life. I bet she wouldn't be snobbish any more. Thanks so much for playing along with Dreaming of France. Here’s my Dreaming of France meme