Bailey Alexander: The Europhile

Dorothy Parker: The Portable Dorothy Parker
Because she can go from this poem Razors pain you Rivers are damp Acid stains you And drugs cause you cramp Guns aren't lawful Nooses give Gas smells awful You might as well live To This... Men seldom makes passes At Girls who wear glasses And then back to This gem By the time you swear you're his Shivering and Sighing And he vows his passion is Infiinite, undying- Lady, make a note of this\; One of you is lying.

Tim Page: The Diaries of Dawn Powell
She's as prophetic as the man of whom she speaks (gore vidal) back in 1954 "something of Disraeli-a high, patrician, Solomon-like judgement and philosphic power, with wit, poetry and music. Not to be fit in any fashion, but will outlive them all, like the great ones"...

Mary S. Lovell: The Sisters Saga of the Mitford Family

Dawn Powell: A Time To Be Born

Dawn Powell: Angels on Toast