This novel is not at all like the Wharton novels I love. That doesn't mean it's entirely bad or anything. But it does mean that it doesn't read at all like a Wharton novel. The style reminded me of some witty B&W film starring Myrna Loy or something, which is again not a bad thing, but also not especially something I want to read. I think I would have actually preferred a film version starring Myrna Loy. Also, for the record, this is the second book now that I've read because I thought it involved drug use (which is one of my research interests) but doesn't; "Twilight Sleep" does refer to the drug cocktail they used to give women in labor (apparently this had a eugenic intention, which is something I plan to look into!), but there's no description of that, and the title seems primarily to be a metaphor about how we're living our lives in a stupor, removed from really feelings and attachments. I wish I had been more attached to this book.