Her writing was admired by Hemingway. Then her books -- and body -- disappeared
Dawn Powell infiltrated the writing world by hanging out in bars and taverns around New York's Greenwich Village in the 1920s, rubbing shoulders with the likes of Ernest Hemingway and Edmund Wilson.
"She came from nowhere, she was no one," writer Fran Lebowitz told Radio Diaries.
But Powell had a voice. She had style. And she rose from obscurity by turning her gaze on the city of New York itself and its cast of characters. Over the coming decades, Powell wrote novels, diaries and more than a dozen plays — earning her renown, and even a National Book Award nomination.
Then, in 1965, she died. What happened next didn't go according to script.
https://www.npr.org/2023/10/30/1208533790/dawn-powell-writer-new-york-radio-diaries-hart-island
I've heard of her, but never read anything by her
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a two volume collection of her works.
They are worth the read.
