Thanksgiving Is Ruined
September 10, 2005
feet are destiny?
Of the several published reviews that I've seen of the new Edmund Wilson bio, only the one in Harpers mentioned a foot fetish ("And many people who have read through the journals have become weary of Wilson's fascination with women's feet, which he describes in endless detail . . . ."). Unfortuntely, the bio's index includes no entry for the phrase, for those who want to find and read those passages first. Shameful.
I believe that in the journals of his that I've read, I've come across only one foot-related entry. It stuck in my memory indelibly. However, I've always found it of a character not salacious in the least but much more post-traumatic:
Coming away from a cocktail party, she had tripped at the top of a flight of stone stairs and fallen all the way.
Wilson is writing about his second wife, who died in a freak accident two years after their wedding. The piece is "The Death of Margaret" and appears in The Thirties.