Dawn Powell Quotes
Rage swept over her at being young, young and little, as if some evil fairy had put that spell on her. Why must you be locked up in this dreadful cage of childhood for twenty or a hundred years? Nothing in life was possible unless you were old and rich, until then you were only small and futile before your tormentors, desperately waiting for the release that only years could bring.
Powell, Dawn. My Home Is Far Away. Charles Scribner's Sons, 1944.
Dawn Powell (Nov. 28, 1896 – Nov. 14, 1965) was an award-winning novelist, playwright, screenwriter, and short story writer. Known for her acid-tongued prose, "her relative obscurity was likely due to a general distaste for her harsh satiric tone." Nonetheless, Stella Adler and author Clifford Odets appeared in one of her plays. Her work was praised by Robert Benchley in the New Yorker and, in 1939, she was signed as a Scribner author where Maxwell Perkins, famous for his work with many of her contemporaries, including Hemingway, Fitzgerald and Thomas Wolfe, became her editor. A 1963 nominee for the National Book Award, she received an American Academy of Arts and Letters Marjorie Peabody Waite Award for lifetime achievement in literature the following year. Friend to many literary and arts figures of her day, including author John Dos Passos, critic Edmund Wilson, and poet E.E. Cummings, her work received renewed interest after Gore Vidal praised it in an 1987 editorial for the New York Review of Books. Since then, the Library of America has published two collections of her novels.