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Counting the Costs: The Infirmity of Art and The Golden Bowl

The golden bowl which gives its name to James's novel is not a golden bowl at all, but a gilt bowl. The master of the golden bowl (the Bloomsbury shopkeeper) is, then, not just a connoisseur of art, but a manipulator of fictions. His title "my golden bowl" is a fiction, a deceptively simple epithet that denies the actuality of the object to increase its value by masking its threatening fragility.