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Madame de Treymes: American Literature

Madame de Treymes is a romantic novel that explores themes of love, loyalty, and social class in the context of the American South in the early 20th century. more

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Edith Wharton
Edith Wharton

American novelist known for her delicate psychological portrayals and profound social insights. Edith Wharton came from a wealthy New York family and her works mainly reflect the American society at the end of the 19th century and the beginning of the 20th century. Her representative works include 'The Age of Innocence' and 'The House of Mirth' among others. more

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