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The Golden Spur (1962)

por Dawn Powell

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IF A YOUNG MAN finds his own father inconveniently ordinary, can he choose another? Jonathan Jaimison, the engagingly amoral hero, comes to New York from Silver City, Ohio for exactly such a purpose. Combing through his mother’s diaries and the bars and cafés of Greenwich Village, Jonathan seeks out the writer or painter whose youthful indiscretion he believes he might have been, all the while committing numerous indiscretions of his own. By the end of the novel, Jonathan has figured out not only his paternity, but his maternity, and best of all, himself. Published in 1962,The Golden Spurwas Dawn Powell’s last novel.… (mais)
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Amusing satire of the art scene in New York in the mid-fifties, I enjoyed this book for its playfulness and revelations of human character. ( )
  PatsyMurray | May 3, 2020 |
Good, but forgettable book. Set in Ohio and NYC in 1962. ( )
  FoxTribeMama | Sep 25, 2016 |
A satiric (and sometimes satyric) romp with Greenwich Village characters, this admittedly slight book is most entertaining in its portrayal of those characters - the writers, would-be writers, painters, hangers-on and prodigious drinkers. The uniting thread is a young man from Ohio who is looking for his late mother's lover, so that he may find his true role model. In the process, he gets his city education, and we get a picture of the Village in the 1950s. ( )
  ffortsa | Mar 4, 2011 |
1962. A young man from Ohio goes to the Village to try to find his real father. He finds many men who think they could be his father and has a crazy time with the bohemian art crowd on the way, but I'm not sure he ever figured it out. The ending was a bit ambiguous. Great time to be in New York, great details, excellent writing, good plot. ( )
  kylekatz | Jan 1, 2008 |
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In The Golden Spur we see the Village at a point of its decline that is rather squalid: bearded beatniks and abstract painters have seeped in among the Guggenheim fellows, the raffish N.Y.U. professors and the adult-edu-cation students. It is a phase with which Miss Powell is evidently not so intimate and not so sympathetic as she was with the Village of an earlier time but which she nevertheless accepts as still more or less cozy and more or less fun in the good old Village tradition...

I ought not to reveal whose son the boy unexpectedly turns out to be, but Miss Powell, who has sometimes been criticized for the formlessness of her novels and their inconclusive endings, has constructed here a very neat plot, and for once in her career played Santa Claus and made her hero a generous present. She then has him reject, however, the privileges of the social position to which he is now entided and flee from the opening of an uptown gallery that he has undertaken to subsidize, in company with an erratic and much esteemed painter—you never know in Miss Powell’s novels whether the painters are really any good—who has become its principal star but who prefers to the patronage of the affluent a lodging in a rickety warehouse near Houston Street, on the lower West Side.
adicionada por SnootyBaronet | editarNew Yorker, Edmund Wilson
 
In 1962, Powell published her last and, perhaps, most appealing novel, The Golden Spur. Again, the protagonist is male. In this case a young man from Silver City, Ohio (again), called Jonathan Jaimison... On that blithe note, Powell's life and life-work end; and the wheel stops; the magic's gone-except for the novels of Dawn Powell, all of them long since out of print, just as her name has been erased from that perpetually foggy pane, "American Literature."
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IF A YOUNG MAN finds his own father inconveniently ordinary, can he choose another? Jonathan Jaimison, the engagingly amoral hero, comes to New York from Silver City, Ohio for exactly such a purpose. Combing through his mother’s diaries and the bars and cafés of Greenwich Village, Jonathan seeks out the writer or painter whose youthful indiscretion he believes he might have been, all the while committing numerous indiscretions of his own. By the end of the novel, Jonathan has figured out not only his paternity, but his maternity, and best of all, himself. Published in 1962,The Golden Spurwas Dawn Powell’s last novel.

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