"The 1948 tale of a scholar's roller-coaster affair with a married society type is an anguished love story, a reversal-of-fortune parable, and a blistering satire that rings true today--cynical columnists, silly socialites, sinister nighthawks, all in one gorgeous Deco package." --Borish Kachka, Bloomberg Businessweek
"Dawn Powell once wrote that although her writing might occasionally concern itself with serious matters, there was never any need to get heavy-handed about it. The Locusts Have no King, first published in 1948, is a stellar example of this quasi-manifesto. Like all Powell's novels, it glides, fast but deep, from the first sentence to the last, written with impeccable finesse and a flawless ear, never grinding its wheels or getting lost in egotistical undergrowth. For all its sweetness and light, Locusts is an intelligent, hard-headed, clear-eyed, examination of art, love, ruthlessness, infidelity, commerce, ambition, betrayal, and destruction. It is, in short, a quintessential New York novel. . . . The whole novel still rings as true now as it must have more than half a century ago." -- Kate Christensen, author of The Epicure's Lament and other novels in Barnes & Noble Review.
"The Locusts Have No King is one of Powell's finest novels and better than anything currently on the bestseller lists." -- Library Journal (Classic Returns column, 1995)
"A brilliant satire of the New York literary world during the late 1940s." -- Shelf Awarenessshow more