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Which of Henry James’s novels can you expect even admirers of the writer not to have read? In my experience The Sacred Fount (1901) best qualifies for this distinction: “A mere fantasticality” he called it in a letter soon after publication; “a profitless labyrinth . . . a dim and distracting limbo,” he wrote in another one. “Wait […]