All three of the pieces in this collection have something to offer though, in the cases of 'In the Cage' and , especially, 'Crapy Cornelia', it takes time for a living story to emerge from the unpleasant linguistic compost-heap of James' late-period prose. Unlike The Wings of the Dove or The Golden Bowl, I'd urge readers to persist with these two: you will be rewarded by the end. 'Cage' is one of the earliest fictional accounts of an obsessive celebrity crush - a sort of late-Victoria Play Misty for Me. But it's played for psychological insight, not for shock value; here is James at his most humane, even as his ability to structure a sentence was beginning to decay. 'Cornelia' is a touching story of mid-life romance/friendship (you decide!) that may be the last worthwhile thing James wrote. 'The Siege of London' is lighter fare but, as it's told in the tighter, more elegant prose of James' earlier years, it's engaging enough. Nothing here to quite match 'The Aspern Papers' or 'The Spoils of Poynton' but 'Cage' comes close.