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Zusatztext “A great book . . . the telling is almost incomparable” --Robert Benchley! The World “Eloquent. . . . Miss Lulu Bett is without flaw” -- The Atlantic Monthly “It has a narrowly limned beauty. . . . The book stands as a signal accomplishment in American letters” — The New Republic Informationen zum Autor Barbara H. Solomon is Professor of English and Women’s Studies at Iona college. Among the books she has edited are The Awakening and Selected Stories of Kate Chopin , Herland and Selected Stories of Charlotte Perkins Gilman , and Once Upon a Childhood: Stories and Memoirs of American Youth (with Eileen Panetta.) She lives in New Rochelle, New York. Eileen Panetta is Associate Professor of English at Iona College. She is coeditor of Once Upon a Childhood (with Barbara H. Solomon). She lives in New York City. Klappentext Lulu Bett lives in a small town with her sister Ina and Ina's husband Dwight-a dentist who rules his household with self-righteous smugness. The unmarried Lulu has learned that she cannot question her role as chief cook, housekeeper, and gracious presence. But when Dwight's sophisticated brother Ninian comes to visit, Lulu finds in herself a surprising wit-and the boldness to accept his playful proposal of marriage. Through her appealing, determined heroine, Zona Gale satirically dispatches a sheaf of the social assumptions of her day, from male supremacy to the security of marriage. First published in 1920, Miss Lulu Bett was immediately acclaimed, and went on to become one of two bestselling novels of the year. Together with four of Gale's short stories-including the O. Henry award-winning "Bridal Pond”-Miss Lulu Bett reflects Gale's broad progressive interests and the fast-paced, affecting prose which made her one of the most popular writers of her time and a classic American storteller. "A great book . . . the telling is almost incomparable” —Robert Benchley, The World "Eloquent. . . . Miss Lulu Bett is without flaw” —The Atlantic Monthly "It has a narrowly limned beauty. . . . The book stands as a signal accomplishment in American letters” —The New RepublicThe Deacons were at supper. In the middle of the table was a small, appealing tulip plant, looking as anything would look whose sun was a gas jet. This gas jet was high above the table and flared, with a sound. "Better turn down the gas jest a little," Mr. Deacon said, and stretched up to do so. He made this joke almost every night. He seldom spoke as a man speaks who has something to say, but as a man who makes something to say. "Well, what have we on the festive board to-night?" he questioned, eyeing it. "Festive" was his favourite adjective. "Beautiful," too. In October he might be heard asking: "Where's my beautiful fall coat?" "We have creamed salmon," replied Mrs. Deacon gently. "On toast," she added, with a scrupulous regard for the whole truth. Why she should say this so gently no one can tell. She says everything gently. Her "Could you leave me another bottle of milk this morning?" would wring a milkman's heart. "Well, now, let us see," said Mr. Deacon, and attacked the principal dish benignly. "Let us see," he added, as he served. "I don't want any," said Monona. The child Monona was seated upon a book and a cushion, so that her little triangle of nose rose adultly above her plate. Her remark produced precisely the effect for which she had passionately hoped. "What's this?" cried Mr. Deacon. "No salmon?" "No," said Monona, inflected up, chin pertly pointed. She felt her power, discarded her "sir." "Oh now, Pet!" from Mrs. Deacon, on three notes. "You liked it before." "I don't want any," said Monona, in precisely her original tone. "Just a little? A v...
