by Dawn Powell
Dawn Powell is apparently one of those unsung heroes, a favorite of Hemingway and Vidal. This seems to be the best-loved of her books by slim consensus; other nominees (in case I can't find this) include something about locusts and A Time To Be Born.
The edges on Dawn Powell's novel are sharp enough to cut. No one in this satire of 40's New York escapes her critical gaze. All the characters are morally bankrupt sell-outs and hypocrites, or else they're lunch for the carnivores. All the same, I didn't detest anyone enough to stop reading. Somehow...
Log in with Facebook 
