The Darts of Cupid
The Darts of Cupid
Vintage Books, Paperback, 9781400032365, 320pp.
Publication Date: March 11, 2003
When Edith Templeton’s stories began appearing in The New Yorker in the late 1950s, she quickly became a favorite of the magazine’s discerning readers. Her finely honed writing, honestly drawn heroines, and distinctive themes secured her reputation.
The Dart’s of Cupid collects seven of Templeton’s stories for the first time and reintroduces one of the truly great writers of the twentieth century. In settings ranging from a decrepit Bohemian castle between the wars to London during World War II to the Italian Riviera in the 1990s, the heroines of these stories often find themselves confronting unfathomable passsions and perplexing actions by others, but they seldom feel regret.
Mrs. Templeton's second husband was Dr. Edmund Ronald, a celebrated cardiologist, who became the physician to the King of Nepal; he was the first European to enter the royal palace of that country. With Dr. Ronald, Templeton left England to live in India, where she met Nehru and the Dalai Lama, among other major figures. She now lives in Bordighera, on the coast of Italy.
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“Daringly unconventional. . . . [S]parkling with untold hazard, like pieces of cut glass.” —The New York Times Book Review
"In these splendid stories, Edith Templeton, at her cosmopolitan best, rivals our other Edith: she has Mrs. Wharton's cool stare that sees all round her characters while never refusing us the pleasure of an unanticipated surprise." —Gore Vidal
“Love–or desire, and the two are at once distinct and intertwined here–is the ordering principle of these stories, the prism through which the world is seen. . . . [V]ivid and rich.” —Newsday
“Templeton’s ability to pierce through the deepest reaches of longing, desire, lust and loneliness crosses the gender divide. . . . [Templeton] is one of the great social observers of the twentieth century.” —Toronto Star
“In these sensuous, refined . . . stories . . . Templeton . . . never suffers any fool gladly, least of all when that fool happens to be herself.” —Vogue
“[B]reathtaking. . . . Templeton is an overlooked treasure of worldly sophistication, psychological insight and dry wit. . . . A brilliant eavesdropper of the Henry James—Edith Wharton school.” —Book