Having read The Aspern Papers very quickly, I must confess that:
1. I am a huge, huge fan of Henry James and his works.
2. If I pick up a novella or a short story written by him, it is likely that I will read it and keep reading it, from beginning to end, in just one sitting.
Of course The Aspern Papers was not an exception to the previous fact: it took me about four hours to finish it, basically I couldn't put it down, and trust me, the whole experience has been worth it quite a bit.
This is a typical Henry James story: an American man—in this case a nameless man—who is obsessed with finding some papers which belonged to Jeffrey Aspern (a very known poet) travels to Venice, since he thinks that an Aspern's former lover, Mrs Bordereau, might own these relics in her house. The question is: will he be able to do anything in order to get those documents? And if so, at what cost?
This novella has become my second favorite book by James, only after Washington Square, since we have very well developed characters, a good, straightforward prose—not the confusing, dense writing style of his last novels—, a compelling story who follows our protagonist and his attempts(?) to get the Aspern papers, and finally, that perfect ending (in my view) – I couldn't have expected a different one.
In short, I enjoyed reading this great piece of literature a lot, and obviously I'd wholeheartedly recommend it, especially because this might be, for instance, a good reading to kick off your Jamesian journey with.
That was originally what I had loved him [Jeffrey Aspern] for: that at a period when our native land was nude and crude and provincial, when the famous “atmosphere” it is supposed to lack was not even missed, when literature was lonely there and art and form almost impossible, he had found means to live and write like one of the first; to be free and general and not at all afraid; to feel, understand, and express everything.