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020			_a9781931082020
050	0	0	_aPS3531.O936 _bA6 2001b
082	1		_aFIC POW _2
100	1		_aPowell, Dawn
245	1	0	_aNovels, 1944-1962 _c/ Dawn Powell
260			_aNew York _b: Library of America _c, c2001
300			_a969 p. _c; 21 cm.
504			_aIncludes bibliographical references (p. 959-969).
505	0		_aMy home is far away -- The locusts have no king -- The wicked pavilion -- The golden spur.
520			_aFor decades after her death, Dawn Powell's work was out of print, cherished by a small band of admirers. Only recently has there been renewed awareness of the novelist who was such a vital presence in literary Greenwich Village from the 1920s to the 1960s. Dawn Powell was the tirelessly observant chronicler of two very different worlds: the small-town Ohio of her childhood and the sophisticated Manhattan to which she gravitated. If her Ohio novels are more melancholy and compassionate in their depiction of often frustrated lives, her Manhattan novels, with their cast of writers, show people, businessmen, and hustling hangers-on, are more exuberant and incisive. But all show rich characterization and a flair for the gist of social complexities. A playful satirist, an unsentimental observer of failed hopes and misguided longings, Dawn Powell is a literary rediscovery of rare importance.
546			_aEnglish.
651		4	_aNew York (N.Y.) _v--Fiction
651		4	_aOhio _x-Fiction
942			_cMO
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