The Locusts Have No King (Classic Reprint)

Excerpt from The Locusts Have No King Frederick professed immense gratification at the com pliment, adding that, for his part he always enjoyed being introduced to Ephraim Beckley and considered the Beck ley amnesla in the presence of unknowns nothing short of genius. About the Publisher Forgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.com This book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Dawn Powell

Children's Books

Forgotten Books

Excerpt from The Locusts Have No KingFrederick professed immense gratification at the com pliment, adding that, for his part he always enjoyed being introduced to Ephraim Beckley and considered the Beck ley amnesla in the presence of unknowns nothing short of genius.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Excerpt from WhitherHer voice trailed off into a soothing, clucking murmur as she led her temperamental cook down the hall. She left in the room a suggestion of scented soap and vigorous perfume, which Zoe found oddly pleasant.Zoe sat quite still on the bed after Mrs. Horne had left. She was a slender, brown, elfin thing, with slanting brown eyes and sooty lashes. Her hair, black and coarse as an Indian's, was cut short and clung in straggly wisps to her head. Zoe had bobbed it herself only the day before she came to New York. She had been a little disappointed in the result. When it had been long and done up in a more or less tidy knot at the nape of her neck, she had looked like an earnest young student or an assistant librarian. Bobbing it, she had thought to appear unaca demic - even modish, whereas she had looked merely immature. Still, there was an inner feel ing of tolerant sophistication which short hair gave one, and Zoe was glad, on the whole, that she had bobbed hers. It was the suitable gesture for a girl who was breaking off with her family and all the stupidities which Albon represented, for a career in New York.About the PublisherForgotten Books publishes hundreds of thousands of rare and classic books. Find more at www.forgottenbooks.comThis book is a reproduction of an important historical work. Forgotten Books uses state-of-the-art technology to digitally reconstruct the work, preserving the original format whilst repairing imperfections present in the aged copy. In rare cases, an imperfection in the original, such as a blemish or missing page, may be replicated in our edition. We do, however, repair the vast majority of imperfections successfully; any imperfections that remain are intentionally left to preserve the state of such historical works.

Whither (Classic Reprint)

The Wicked Pavilion

David McKay Company

The Golden Spur

Literature & Fiction

Contemporary

Virago Press

Deft, funny, knowing, compassionate and poetic. --John Updike in the New Yorker

Dawn Powell at Her Best

United States

Steerforth

ORIGINALLY PUBLISHED as The Tenth Moon, Come Back to Sorrento is the second of Powell’s "Ohio novels" to be re-issued in paperback. Here Powell turns her attention to those certain rare souls who have the secret of finding their lives glamorous and themselves magnificent under the most humble conditions. Connie Benjamin, the village shoemaker’s wife, always wanted an operatic career. Blaine Decker, the new high school music teacher, once spent time abroad studying piano. The two are drawn together into a powerful friendship of dependence, each sustaining the other and translating the surface monotony of their lives into drama richer than reality.

Come Back to Sorrento

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.

My Home Is Far Away: An Autobiographical Novel

Dramas & Plays

Roma, Fazi, 2000, 8vo brossura con copertina illustrata, pp. 293 (Le strade, 34) .

Literary

Generico

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The Locusts Have No King (Classic Reprint)

The Locusts Have No King (Classic Reprint)

Whither (Classic Reprint)

The Wicked Pavilion

The Golden Spur

Dawn Powell at Her Best

Come Back to Sorrento

My Home Is Far Away: An Autobiographical Novel

The Golden Spur