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403 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1989
"The débutante, daydreaming in the dark parlor, could easily envision her future: two or three seasons of paying calls with Mama, looking at albums of Venice with young men at parties, blushingly sharing a hymnal at church, having her hand pressed meaningfully on the dance floor. A proposal, and marriage to an upstanding young banker or lawyer. Her own brownstone on a side street, and managing the house and children. Being a matron, and wearing elegant dark colors, perhaps even (if she’d chosen the right young banker) dresses from Paris, though they would have to lie unworn in trunks for a season or two to be right for New York—a Knickerbocker woman should not be too fashionable. A box for the opera at the Academy of Music; possibly a summer cottage; and, in time, a débutante daughter of her own, looking at albums of Venice with her best friend’s son"
"Unlike Americans, who always introduce themselves, the English wait for a formal introduction—which very often is not forthcoming"
"When outdriving with his mistress, a gentleman places her at his left hand so that everyone he meets will know she is not his wife"
"as long as you were being faithful to someone, it didn’t really matter whether you were married to that someone or not."
"The heiress was only eighteen, perhaps twenty. She felt herself closed off from home and loved ones, surrounded by resentful dowagers, narrow-minded neighbors, haughty servants, soft-headed sisters-in-law and forbidding, unbending patriarchs. She was in a house that was too big, too old and, most of all, too, too cold. Things looked grim. Was life not going to be, as she had always been led to believe, fun"
"It seems only fair, perhaps even predictable, that all the dollars and energy and verve contributed by American heiresses to British politics should result in Nancy Astor’s becoming, in 1918, the first woman to take a seat in the House of Commons. And then in Winston Churchill’s finally avenging his father’s name and his mother’s disappointment by becoming, in 1940, “that half-breed American” prime minister of Great Britain"
"There were heiresses who made a success of life in England by rarely rising before noon, by exploiting their American thirst for fun and high adventure, by applying all their cleverness to entertaining the Prince of Wales. But there were other heiresses who rose early, had little to do with the Prince of Wales and exploited their middle-class sense of duty and propriety for their success. These heiresses, converting an American democratic sympathy for those down on their luck to an aristocratic concern for the lower orders, fit seamlessly into the English upper-class pattern"
Whoever had created humanity had left in a major design flaw. It was its tendency to bend at the knees.I wasn't really sure what I was going to get here, since I just grabbed it off the shelf off the library because it looked interesting. The cover claims it's an inspiration for Downton Abbey, but I haven't seen that, so it didn't influence my reading of the book.
-Terry Pratchett, Feet of Clay