A reader writes in to let us know that Edith Wharton’s estate is in serious financial trouble. As in, if the organization that owns the place doesn’t raise $3 million over the next three weeks, the bank will foreclose [insert image of banker, twisting moustache, as Edith Wharton, tied to railroad tracks, shrieks in the background — or am I conflating scenes from disparate silent films?]. Regardless, the historical significance of the building is indisputable. From the Times:

Wharton lived at the Mount only until 1910, when her marriage to the troubled Teddy Wharton became unsalvageable, and she moved permanently to France. But the house, which she treasured in memory, was where she came into her own as a writer; it’s where she finished “The House of Mirth,” her breakthrough novel (part of whose profits paid for the Mount’s elaborate gardens) and got the inspiration for “Ethan Frome.” It is now on the register of National Historic Landmarks and is one of only a few such places associated with a woman and her accomplishments.

So, if the stimulus package will put money in your pocket, and you don’t have your eye on a new googlephonic stereo with a moonrock needle, you might consider clicking on this link. Or spreading the word. Or not. Selfish.