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The Golden Spur (1962)

di 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.… (altro)
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Lize and Darcy are two young women who befriend Johnathan Jamieson, the protagonist of "The Golden Spur." They befriend Johnathan the first time he shows up there (it's a bar), following leads from his deceased mother's notebook as a place he might find his biological father.
Lize had been the girlfriend of Hugow, an artist who figures largely in this book, but now Hugow has run away from her and Darcy has moved in with him. Now Lize looks for someone else to move in with, Percy Wright, a Wall Street worker whose analyst has recommended he take up painting for therapy. He figures if he gets Hugow's girlfriend, some of Hugow's talent might run off on him.
"Still, his spaniel adoration was consoling. he had inherited his mother's old brownstone house in Brooklyn heights and lived there alone with two floors rented out. He was flattered when lies started leaving her things there, a makeup kit, douche bag, then a suitcase quote just while she was looking for an apartment."
Ugh. This brings back memories from when I was a kid and I would see douche bags hanging on the backs of bathroom doors. I always wondered how they figured squirting some liquid up your vagina would clean out the slime of men's semen. ( )
  burritapal | Oct 23, 2022 |
A friend read this in a book club, and recommended it to me. What a find! Arch and witty, reminiscent of Dorothy Parker at her best, Powell casts a jaundiced eye on everyday life in the Manhattan of the 40s and 50s, the one we wish we'd lived in. My to-read list now includes all her other books. ( )
  JohnNienart | Jul 11, 2021 |
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 |
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.
aggiunto da SnootyBaronet | modificaNew 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."
aggiunto da SnootyBaronet | modificaNew York Review of Books, Gore Vidal
 
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The hotel stationery was Wedgwood blue like the wallpaper, delicately embossed with a gold crest and a motto, In virtu vinci, a nice thought, whatever it meant, for a hotel.
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A giant crane was the star performer, lifting its neck heavenward, then dropping a great iron ball gently down to a doomed monster clock in the front wall of the structure, tapping it tenderly, like a diagnostician looking for the sore spot. Does it hurt here? here? or here? Wherever it hurts must be target for the wham, and wham comes next, with the rubble hurtling down into the arena with a roar. A pause, and then the eager watchers followed the long neck's purposeful rise again, the rhythmical lowering of the magic ball, the blind grope for the clock face, and then the avalanche once more. The cloud of dust cleared, and a cry went up to see the clock still there, the balcony behind it falling. "They can't get the clock," someone exulted. "Not today! Hooray for the clock!" The spectators smiled and nodded to one another. Good show. Well done, team!
"Phone call, Doctor Kellsey," said the bartender. "What do I tell her this time?"

"Damn it, does a light go on all over the city every time I step into a bar?" cried Dr. Kellsey indignantly. "You told her once, didn't you, that Doctor Kellsey hadn't been in for weeks?" "This is a different lady, Doctor," said the bartender.

"Ah. My wife. In that case tell her you don't know any Doctor Kellsey." He waited till the bartender hung up. "What did she say?"

"Said I was lucky," said the bartender.

"Damn these female bloodhounds," said the professor.
"You one of those college creeps?" Darcy asked Jonathan politely. "Is that why you got stuck with that stuffy professor?"

"Kellsey isn't stuffy except when he's on the wagon," Lize said severely. "Personally I like him. He's just a good-natured old slob that hates everybody, that's all. Be fair."
"All right, then, let's go," he snapped, taking long strides to throw off Anita's prim little high-heeled steps, her thighs never parting as if afraid of wandering rapists. "I haven't much time because I must see this young chap I mentioned, the son of my old student—"
The truth had no part in love anyway, except for the truth of finding each other at the right moment.
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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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