I kept reading hoping that at some point the plot would start. It never did. Washington Square was a tiresome, long anecdote about the boring problems of annoying rich people. If this is the most liked and accessible Henry Hames novel, I'd hate to see what the others are like.

I read this book thinking that since I was visiting NYC it would be nice to read a local book. However it has no sense of place. Everything is vague interiority. I hate all the main characters.