
This doesn‘t beat out The Age of Innocence in all its agonized handkerchief-twisting of a great love left unfulfilled, but The House of Mirth can be almost as riveting (and even more salacious) as a young socialite desperately attempts to ingratiate herself into the highest moneyed circles of Old New York, which lack for nothing except substance. The only thing standing in the way for the ambitious Miss Lily Bart is her conscience.












