Nothing Comforts Like A Good Bitch Fest!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                     "Get out of my house, you tramp!"
                                                        --Julian Evans to his soon-to-be-
                                                       ex-wife, Amanda Keeler Evans,"
                                                         in "A Time To Be Born," by
                                                       Dawn Powell

                                         Let us start with a little truth telling, girls.  This line is one of the most familiar in the English language.  How many times have we used it?  Or had it used on us? Hmmmmmm????????

                                          No one would dare call me a tramp, because, while I may not be Snow White, I am not Marilyn Chambers, or some pubescent nymphet, from Goat Alley, who was gulping penicillin since hitting puberty, to ward off STD's!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                           Dawn Powell was ahead of her time.  What a pity she earned no real commercial success, ending up, like Fantine, in an unmarked Potter's Field grave, in her beloved New York City, following death from colon cancer on November 14, 1965, exactly two weeks shy of her sixty-ninth birthday.

                                              Dawn Powell skewers Clare Booth and her husband, Henry Robinson Luce.  Here, they are Amanda Keeler Evans, and Julian Evans, a media mogul and power magnate.  Trouble ensues when Amanda's friends from provincial, Midwestern Lakeville, come to town, and she uses them for her own gain.  Eventually she is screwed, so to speak, and delivered the famous line seen at the start of this post.

                                                   Those friends, Ethel Carey and Vicky Haven, are not so dumb as Amanda thinks, especially little Vicky, who catches on real fast on how to be a genuine Manhattan bitch!!!!!!!!!!!  A girl after my own heart, darlings!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                Not to mention this novel is so informative.  Here are some of the things I learned, dears.

                                                 In 1942, the garter belt went in the back of the girdle!

                                                 As Amanda finds out, one can never succeed in Manhattan, having come from the Wrong Side Of The Tracks; in fact living by the railroad tracks, with one's mother having been...oh, my God!!!!!!!!!....a beautician!  Today, if a girl just graduates high school and becomes a beautician, she is still just one step up from a prostitute!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                 Lastly, if a man like Dupper, the private eye Julian hires to spy on his wife, is hopelessly ugly, his only source of relief is a depraved prostitute.  Not a regular one, but a "depraved" one.  This is code for "syphilitic whore."

                                                   Dawn Powell, with this, her best book so far, entertains, elucidates, and educates!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

                                                     Have a blast, girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!