The real interest of this badly writ-slog, a travel and trivia focused bio, is abt 80 pages on Wharton's "secret" romance w US journalist in Europe, the saucy, sexy Morton Fullerton (1865-1952), who made both sexes very happy, but most especially older "rich" ladies like Lady Brooke, the Ranee of Sarawak (remember East Borneo?), and Henrietta Mirecourt, a French bitch who blackmailed him over his various love letters, including those from UK aristo Lord Ronald Gower. The delightfully randy Morty bought off vengeful mistress Mirecourt w help from >> guess? Edith Wharton.
Introduced to Fullerton in 1907 by Henry James, who had a pash for Morton, EW had the only sex thrills of her life, in her late 40s, until the love that was too hot to cool down finally simmered, c 1910 (EW clearly never forgot). When sealed EW papers were opened in 1969, bio author Lewis first learned abt Fullerton, a London Times correspondent in Paris and later a writer for Figaro. And thus we all did. EW preferred the company of her "confirmed bachelor circle," like Henry James, Howard Sturgis, Walter Berry, etc.~~Then along came Fullerton: Brava, Edie ! She really liked it! What is this thing called love? Now, at last, she knew, after years of a sexless marriage, by choice, w weak, dependent Teddy Wharton.
The affair w MF (which had run its course, like most) was the most emotional thing that 'er happened to her. Proof: she couldnt even mention MFs name in her uber-discreet memoir, "A Backward Glance," in 1934, though they were still in touch. She felt abandoned by MF and also "used." But so what. She'd been memorably, aaah, "tickled." Given her fame by then, her imperious and controlling personality, EW was humbled (not as Stanley humbled Blanche) by Fullerton. It's all in her love poems and begging letters to MF.
The power of the cock.