I look at the first page of The Golden Bowl, and see all those damn commas, and I want to scream. I'm trying to think about it this way: James's most, ah, Jamesian period was his "Old Pretender" phase in which he wrote three novels: The Ambassadors, The Wings of the Dove, and The Golden Bowl. And this is the only one I haven't read. And I will conquer it. I will not be defeated by you, Henry James. You don't scare me!