I have now read two Dawn Powell books, and they share something in common that makes them both enjoyable, but also unfortunately limited. For me, I am missing the key knowledge to really sink my teeth into this one. What I mean, is that there’s a kind of clear social satire at the heart of this novel. At its broadest I fully engage with it and enjoy it and think there’s a lot of good and funny happening here. But this is also limiting, because […]
Paper like that could make you a writer, if anything could.
The Golden Spur by Dawn Powell


