Klik på en miniature for at gå til Google Books
|
Indlæser... Dawn Powell: Novels 1944-1962af Dawn Powell
  
Ingen Der er ingen diskussionstråde på Snak om denne bog.   ) walterhistory | Oct 27, 2022 |  September 2020 (  )1  laytonwoman3rd | Dec 21, 2020 | Marcia is the middle child and this accident of birth causes her no end of anguish as her sisters get all of the attention. The other burdens she carries include a drunken, irresponsible father, the death of her mother, poverty, and rejection by relatives who could come to the rescue. It is a stroke of genius to make these misfortunes appear to be relatively equitable to Marcia. Her life streams by and she has no power to change its course, any more than she can change being the middle child. Money and sex are the levers that push one towards either success or failure, but unlike her older sister, Marcia has found literature to be a more effective escape route than boys. That Marcia can escape the life of her relatives and forge her own way is due to her ability to imagine another life and to steel her nerve enough to go seek it out. Now I want to know what happens next. Powell must have wanted to know too as she began, but never finished, a sequel. (  )1 PatsyMurray | Jul 5, 2019 | Her NY novels don't appeal to me ( ) kayclifton | Apr 23, 2017 | IICANA | May 9, 2016 |
 "If you can't say anything good about someone," Alice Roosevelt once said, "sit right here by me." It is hard to think of anything as relentlessly unforgiving as Powell's New York novels; even Swift had his Houyhnhnms. Powell's New York has the moral atmosphere of The Alchemist—human beings are divided into fools and knaves... The easiest and most commonplace way to mask oneself is, of course, to get very drunk, and one of the most astonishing things about Powell's novels is their unprecedented, fabulous crapulence. The scale of the drinking in any of the New York novels defies belief; they are as liquid in the memory as an Esther Williams movie... Powell is a supremely deserving candidate for admission to The Library of America, a writer of consistent and startling pleasure, cruelty, and ingenuity. Next to her the celebrated wits of the Algonquin look self-conscious and willful, their exercises in pathos whiny and thin. Powell's hardness was genuine, and the pain beneath it profoundly troubling. Tilhører ForlagsserienLibrary of America (127)
From the publisher. American literature has known few writers capable of the comic elan and full-bodied portraiture that abound in the novels of Dawn Powell. Yet for decades after her death, Powell's work was out of print, cherished only by a small band of admirers. Only recently has there been a rediscovery of the writer Gore Vidal calls "our best comic novelist," and whom Edmund Wilson considered to be "on a level with Anthony Powell, Evelyn Waugh, and Muriel Spark." In a two-volume set, The Library of America presents the best of Powell's quirky, often hilarious, sometimes deeply moving fiction. Dawn Powell -- a vital part of literary Greenwich Village from the 1920s through the 1960s -- was the observant chronicler of two very different worlds: the small-town Ohio where she grew up and the sophisticated Manhattan where she lived for nearly fifty years. If her Ohio novels are more melancholy and compassionate, her Manhattan novels, exuberant and incisive, sparkle with a cast of writers, show people, businessmen, and hangers-on -- all caught with Powell's uniquely sharp yet compassionate eye. A playful satirist, an unsentimental observer of failed hopes and misguided longings, Dawn Powell is a literary rediscovery of rare importance. My Home Is Far Away (1944), the last of Powell's Ohio novels, is a fictionalized memoir of her difficult childhood. With The Locusts Have No King (1948), the story of a scholar's unexpected brush with the temptations of celebrity and riches, Powell resumed her lifelong dissection of New York's pretensions and glamour. The first of three brilliant postwar satires, it was followed by The Wicked Pavilion (1954), a novel that lays bare its characters' illusions about love and success against the backdrop of the Cafe Julien, a relic of a bygone era in the history of Greenwich Village. The volume concludes with Powell's final novel, The Golden Spur (1962), in which she drew on her time spent among painters at the famed Cedar Tavern for an affectionate if pointed satire on Manhattan's art world. No library descriptions found. |
Current DiscussionsIngenPopulære omslag
 Google Books — Indlæser...GenrerMelvil Decimal System (DDC)813.52Literature English (North America) American fiction 20th Century 1900-1944LC-klassificeringVurderingGennemsnit: (4.17)
Er det dig?Bliv LibraryThing-forfatter. |
||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||||
1