Henry James was born in 1843 in New York and died in London in 1916. In addition to many short stories, plays, books of criticism, autobiography and travel, he wrote some twenty novels, the first published being Roderick Hudson (1875). They include The Europeans, Washington Square, The Portrait of a Lady, The Bostonians, The Princess Casamassima, The Tragic Muse, The Spoils of Poynton, The Awkward Age, The Wings of the Dove, The Ambassadors and The Golden Bowl.

“Remarkably vivid and disquieting . . . Whether this beloved 19th-century novella retains the power to frighten you depends on the degree to which you’ve ever questioned your own senses or doubted your sanity. . . . A classic of Gothic literature, prized for its ambiguity and sophistication.” —The New York Times

Henry James was born in 1843 in New York and died in London in 1916. In addition to many short stories, plays, books of criticism, autobiography and travel, he wrote some twenty novels, the first published being Roderick Hudson (1875). They include The Europeans, Washington Square, The Portrait of a Lady, The Bostonians, The Princess Casamassima, The Tragic Muse, The Spoils of Poynton, The Awkward Age, The Wings of the Dove, The Ambassadors and The Golden Bowl.

“Remarkably vivid and disquieting . . . Whether this beloved 19th-century novella retains the power to frighten you depends on the degree to which you’ve ever questioned your own senses or doubted your sanity. . . . A classic of Gothic literature, prized for its ambiguity and sophistication.” —The New York Times

Henry James was born in 1843 in New York and died in London in 1916. In addition to many short stories, plays, books of criticism, autobiography and travel, he wrote some twenty novels, the first published being Roderick Hudson (1875). They include The Europeans, Washington Square, The Portrait of a Lady, The Bostonians, The Princess Casamassima, The Tragic Muse, The Spoils of Poynton, The Awkward Age, The Wings of the Dove, The Ambassadors and The Golden Bowl.

“Remarkably vivid and disquieting . . . Whether this beloved 19th-century novella retains the power to frighten you depends on the degree to which you’ve ever questioned your own senses or doubted your sanity. . . . A classic of Gothic literature, prized for its ambiguity and sophistication.” —The New York Times