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American author, playwright, and the first woman to win the Pulitzer Prize for Drama, in 1921 for Miss Lulu Bett, her dramatic adaptation of her novel of the same name.
This is a nice book, and if the word "nice" applied to a book makes you raise an eyebrow quizzically, it's probably not for you. The eponymous Pelleas and Etarre are a couple in their 70s who love each other very much after 50 years of marriage, and that pretty much sums up the whole book. It's not so much a novel as a series of short stories in which the couple (whose names, for no clear reason -- there are no parallels in the stories -- are borrowed from Tennyson's Idylls of the King) encounter various romantic situations among young people, and set about aiding and abetting elopements, lending wedding dresses and the culinary services of their irascible Italian maid Nichola for the impromptu nuptials. Despite its one thread of sadness , it really is too sweet to be taken in anything but small doses, and I find it curious that I liked it much better at age 18 than I do now at 44 (perhaps old-fashioned unabashedly sentimental books were more of a novelty to me at the time?) It was published in 1907, early in Zona Gales career. Apparently she became more astringent in later years.