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A Dance to the Music of Time: Summer v. 2

A Dance to the Music of Time: Summer v. 2
By Anthony Powell

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One of Anthony Powell's sequence of four novels which depict the lives of more than 300 characters over a period of 70 years.


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  • Amazon Sales Rank: #693001 in Books
  • Published on: 1997-10-02
  • Original language: English
  • Binding: Paperback
  • 728 pages

Editorial Reviews

From the Back Cover
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THE KINDLY ONES
'I think it is now becoming clear that A Dance to the Music of Time is going to become the greatest modern novel since Ulysses.' -Clive James
Anthony Powell's brilliant twelve-novel sequence chronicles the lives of over three hundred characters, and is a unique evocation of life in twentieth-century England. It is unrivalled for its scope, its humour and the enormous pleasure it has given to generations.
This omnibus incorporates books four to six, and follows Nicholas Jenkins, Widmerpool and their friends, acquaintances and hangers-on, as they encounter marriage, ambition, social success, and miserable failure.
'There is no other novelist whose work gives so much or such consistent pleasure' -Times Literary Supplement

About the Author
Anthony Powell was born in 1905. He served in the army during WWII, and became the fiction reviewer of the TLS. He died in March 2000.


Customer Reviews

Absolutely fantastic serial5
This picks up after Spring and continues the story. This is a must read if you've read Spring - and if not, why not?

Hyped3
A very poor book. The author has gone for width at the expense of depth. The characters are poorly drawn, just a lot of different names stuck on to cardboard cut outs.

So Far, Quite Good3
Opinion seems divided on Anthony Powell's work, with two extremes of rapt praise and utter indifference. The truth lies somewhere in the middle. Powell was undoubtedly an utter snob, whose work is a tribute to a small section of the higher reaches of society. However, he always writes beautifully, subtly and with growing confidence about his subject. I read the first three books and thought they were nothing special, but volumes four to six are where things start to get interesting. I found myself starting to care about the characters, in particular the drunken Stringham. If the next three books are as good as they promise to be I might even join the rapt praisers.