Dawn Powell

Novels: 1930-1942 : Dance night ; Come back to Sorrento ; Turn, magic wheel ; Angels on toast ; A time to be born

Set against an atmospheric backdrop of New York City in the months just before America’ s entry into World War II, A Time To Be Born is a scathing and hilarious study of cynical New Yorkers stalking each other for various selfish ends. At the center of the story are a wealthy, self-involved newspaper publisher and his scheming, novelist wife, Amanda Keeler. Powell always denied that Amanda Keeler was based upon the real-life Clare Boothe Luce, until years later when she discovered a memo she’d written to herself in 1939 that said, “Why not do a novel on Clare Luce?” Which prompted Powell to write in her diary “Who can I believe? Me or myself?”

A Time to Be Born

American literature has known few writers capable of the comic élan 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 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 this, one of two volumes collecting nine novels, The Library of America presents the best of Powell’s quirky, often hilarious, sometimes deeply moving fiction. My Home Is Far Away (1944), the last of Powell’s novels set in Ohio, is a fictionalized memoir of Powell’s 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 Café 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. Dawn Powell’s New York novels are exactly what she wanted them to be: “crystal in quality, sharp as the skyline, and relentlessly true.” LIBRARY OF AMERICA is an independent nonprofit cultural organization founded in 1979 to preserve our nation’s literary heritage by publishing, and keeping permanently in print, America’s best and most significant writing. The Library of America series includes more than 300 volumes to date, authoritative editions that average 1,000 pages in length, feature cloth covers, sewn bindings, and ribbon markers, and are printed on premium acid-free paper that will last for centuries.

My Home Is Far Away / The Locusts Have No King / The Wicked Pavilion / The Golden Spur

Dawn Powell: Novels 1944-1962 (LOA #127)

The “Wicked Pavilion” of the title is the Café Julien, where everybody who is anybody goes to recover from failed love affairs and to pursue new ones, to cadge money, to hatch plots, and to puncture one another’s reputation. Dennis Orphen, the writer from Dawn Powell’s Turn, Magic Wheel, makes an appearance here, as does Andy Callingham, Powell’s thinly disguised Ernest Hemingway. The climax of this mercilessly funny novel comes with a party which, remarked Gore Vidal, “resembles Proust’s last roundup,” and where one of the partygoers observes, “There are some people here who have been dead twenty years.” "For decades Dawn Powell was always just on the verge of ceasing to be a cult and becoming a major religion." -- Gore Vidal

The Wicked Pavilion

Jonathan Jaimison, a young man from the Midwest, travels to Greenwich Village to discover, using his mother's diaries, which artist, author, or academic is his natural father

The Golden Spur

Selected Letters of Dawn Powell traces a richly talented writer's fifty-two-year journey from her childhood in a small Ohio town to the glitter of Manhattan. Powell was a prolific letter writer, and her correspondence provides an intimate look at the woman about whom The New York Times recently said: "[She] is wittier than Dorothy Parker, dissects the rich better than F. Scott Fitzgerald, is more plaintive than Willa Cather in her evocation of the heartland, and has more supple control of satirical voice than Evelyn Waugh." Living most of her life in Greenwich Village, Powell supported herself as a writer through the Great Depression and two world wars while nursing an autistic son, an alcoholic husband, and her own parade of illnesses. In her correspondence, including gossip-filled letters to such luminaries as Edmund Wilson, John Dos Passos, and the legendary editor Max Perkins, we find the record of a courageous and dramatic woman who produced fifteen novels, ten plays, and more than one hundred stories.

1913-1965

The Selected Letters of Dawn Powell

Everyone in Angels on Toast is on the make: Lou Donovan, the entrepreneur who ricochets frantically between his well-connected current wife, his disreputable ex, and his dangerously greedy mistress; Trina Kameray, the exotic adventuress whose job title is as phony as her accent; and Truesdale, the man with the aristocratic manner, the $14 suit and the hyperactive eye for the main chance.

Angels on Toast

Complete Novels

The blossoming career of a writer and the fading career of his married male lover are set against the oddities of the New York publishing world

The Locusts Have No King

Set in the late 1930's a young playwright Jefferson Abbott arrives in New York and when his first play flops, he and his childhood sweetheart, who had since become a nightclub singer, leave New York and take on a life of drudgery in Ohio

The Happy Island

Presents a collection of short stories, including "You Should Have Brought Your Mink," "Such a Pretty Day," "Adam," and "The Elopers"

Sunday, Monday, and Always

Dennis Orphen, in writing a novel, has stolen the life story of his friend, Effie Callingham, the former wife of a famous, Hemingway-like novelist, Andrew Callingham. Orphen’s betrayal is not the only one, nor the worst one, in this hilarious satire of the New York literary scene. (Powell personally considered this to be her best New York novel.) Powell takes revenge here on all publishers, and her baffoonish MacTweed is a comic invention worthy of Dickens. And as always in Powell’s New York novels, the city itself becomes a central character: “On the glittering black pavement legs hurried by with umbrella tops, taxis skidded along the curb, their wheels swishing through the puddles, raindrops bounced like dice in the gutter.” Powell’s famous wit was never sharper than here, but Turn, Magic Wheel is also one of the most poignant and heart-wrenching of her novels.

Turn, Magic Wheel

My Home is Far Away is the most precisely autobiographical of Powell’s fifteen novels. In this family chronicle set in early twentieth century Ohio, young Marcia Willard’ s family struggles to keep up with the rapidly changing times, and Marcia endures disillusionment, cruelty, and betrayal to forge a survivor’s sense of independence. John Updike has compared Powell with Theodore Dreiser, Willa Cather, Sherwood Anderson, “and those other Midwestern writers who felt something epic in the national shift from rural to urban, from provincial sequestration to metropolitan liberation.” By 1941, when Powell set to work on My Home Is Far Away, she was better known for the smart, boozy, bawdy, hilarious send-ups of Manhattan high and low life. She had begun to attain a reputation for high sophistication and nothing could be less “sophisticated” – in the glittering, all-knowing, furiously present-tense, big-city manner Powell had perfected – than My Home Is Far Away. This was the month of cherries and peaches, of green apples beyond the grape arbor, of little dandelion ghosts in the grass, of sour grass and four-leaf clovers, of still dry heat holding the smell of nasturtiums and dying lilacs. This was the best month of all and the best day. It was not birthday, Easter, Christmas, or picnic, but all these things and something else, something wonderful, something utterly unknown. The two little girls in embroidered white Sunday dresses knew no way to express their secret joy but by whirling each other dizzily over the lawn crying, “We’re moving, we’re moving! We’re moving to London Junction!” My Home Is Far Away is one of the very few examples of a book written for adults, with an adult command of the language, that maintains the vantage point of a hungry, serious child throughout. It might be likened to a memoir that has been penned not with the usual tranquility of distance but rather with the sense that everything happening to the characters is happening right now, without any promise of eventual escape, without any assurance that childhood, too, shall pass away. My Home is Far Away had been out of print for sixty years when Steerforth reissued it in 1995. It received immediate widespread acclaim, and was featured on the cover of the New York Times Book Review.

An Autobiographical Novel

My Home Is Far Away

When Dawn Powell died thirty years ago she left a shelf of books and some impassioned fans. The novels, plays, and stories that won Powell a unique reputation in American letters are now joined by her diaries, here published for the first time. Readers familiar with Powell's work will delight in hearing her distinctive voice in this brilliant account of her writing life. The diaries are also of vital interest for what they add to cultural history - for Powell's many encounters with artists, musicians, and writers of the period.

The Diaries of Dawn Powell, 1931-1965

Life in the small town of Lamptown, Ohio, is seen through the eyes of Morry, who dreams of becoming an architect, and Jen, a fourteen-year-old orphan who dreams of escape

Dance Night

New York, années 1930 : le petit monde du spectacle et des médias, de la nuit et des scandales, s'agite aux lueurs d'une insouciance hystérique. Dans cette ambiance débridée, plusieurs êtres singuliers se débattent avec leur destinée. Parmi eux, Jefferson Abbott, jeune dramaturge intègre et taciturne de l'Ohio, débarqué dans la Grande Pomme pour monter sa pièce. Sa route croise bientôt celle de Prudence Bly, son amour de jeunesse, devenue vedette de cabaret, qui règne sur le tout-New York avec Jean Nelson, sa grande rivale. 
Témoignage drôle et acerbe de la frénésie mondaine de l'époque, L'Île joyeuse consacre son auteur comme une des plus grandes satiristes américaines. Dawn Powell offre un tableau résolument moderne, pour 1938, de la communauté homosexuelle de New York, faisant fi d'un puritanisme bien-pensant et défrichant le chemin vers une littérature de mœurs décomplexée.

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