Already established as a famous and successful novelist, Edith Wharton was living in France when World War I began. In early 1915, the French Red Cross asked her to report on the needs of the hospitals on the war front, and what she witnessed led her to the idea of narrating her experiences in a series of articles for Scribner’s Magazine that would later be compiled in the present volume.
Ya establecida como una novelista de fama y éxito, Edith Wharton vivía en Francia cuando estalló la primera guerra mundial. A principios de 1915 la Cruz Roja francesa le pidió que informara sobre las necesidades de los hospitales del frente, y lo que vio le hizo albergar la idea de narrar sus experiencias en una serie de artículos para Scribner’s Magazine que luego serían recopilados en el presente volumen.
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About the Author
Edith Wharton was a Pulitzer Prize–winning American novelist, short story writer, and designer. Pilar Adón and Yolanda Morató are both translators.
Date of Birth:January 24, 1862
Date of Death:August 11, 1937
Place of Birth:New York, New York
Place of Death:Saint-Brice-sous-Forêt, France
Education:Educated privately in New York and Europe
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