Anthony Dymoke Powell (pronounced in one syllable, as a homophone of "pole")CH, CBE (21 December 1905 – 28 March 2000) was an English novelist best known for his twelve-volume work A Dance to the Music of Time, published between 1951 and 1975.
Powell's major work has remained in print continuously and has been the subject of TV and radio dramatisations. In 2008, The Times newspaper named Powell among their list of "The 50 greatest British writers since 1945".
Powell was born in Westminster, England, to Philip Lionel William Powell and Maud Mary Wells-Dymoke. His father was an officer in the Welch Regiment. His mother came from a land-owning family in Lincolnshire. Because of his father's career and World War I, the family moved several times, and mother and son sometimes lived apart from Powell's father.
Powell attended Gibbs's pre-prep day-school at the Square end of Sloane Street for a brief time. He was then sent to New Beacon School near Sevenoaks, which was popular with military families. Early in 1919, Powell passed the Common Entrance Examination for Eton where he started that autumn. There he made a friend of a fellow pupil, Henry Yorke, later to become known as the novelist Henry Green.
Plot
Terry Randall, rich society beauty, has decided to see if she can break into the Broadway theatre scene without her family connections. She goes to live in a theatrical boarding house and finds her life caught up with those of the other inmates and the ever-present disappointment that theatrical hopefuls must live with. Her smart-mouth roommate, Jean, is approached by a powerful producer for more than just a role. And Terry's father has decided to give her career the shove by backing a production for her to star in, in which she's sure to flop. But his machinations hurt more than just Terry.
Keywords: acting, acting-coach, actor's-life, actress, agent, ambition, ambulance, applause, audition, backstage
Brilliant In Cast And Story
GREAT STARS! GREAT STORY! GREAT PICTURE! (original print ad - all caps)
The gaiety...glamour...foolishness and fun of showbusiness...played on the Great White Way
Jean Maitland: When I get back to my room, you're the only thing I want to find missing.
Jean Maitland: Hey, you're not gonna catch the opening tonight, huh?::Eve: No, I'm going tomorrow and catch the closing.
Eve: [after a dinner where Terry Randall has evidently spoken very eloquently about Shakespeare] Well, I don't like to gossip, but that new gal seems to have an awful crush on Shakespeare!::Susan: [jokingly] I wouldn't be surprised if they get married!::Mary Lou: [with genuine naiveté] Oh, you're foolin'! Shakespeare's dead!::Susan: [Feigning surprise, playing along to entertain the others] No!::Mary Lou: Well, if he's the same one that wrote "Hamlet", he is!::Eve: [playing along, too] Never heard of it.::Mary Lou: Well, certainly you must have heard of "Hamlet"!::Eve: Well, I meet so many people.
Terry Randall: [delivering her opening speech in the play within the movie] The calla lilies are in bloom again. Such a strange flower, suitable to any occasion. I carried them on my wedding day and now I place them here in memory of something that has died.
Terry Randall: [giving her curtain speech at the end of a trimphant opening night performance of the play within the movie] The person you should be applauding died a few hours ago. I hope that wherever she is, she knows and understands and forgives.
Terry Randall: I see that, in addition to your other charms, you have that insolence generated by an inferior upbringing.::Jean Maitland: Hmm! Fancy clothes, fancy language and everything!::Terry Randall: Unfortunately, I learned to speak English correctly.::Jean Maitland: That won't be of much use to you here. We all talk pig latin.
Jean Maitland: We started off on the wrong foot. Let's stay that way.
Judy Canfield: Do you want a date?::Jean Maitland: To some other lumberman?::Judy Canfield: Am I supposed to apologize for being born in Seattle?::Jean Maitland: Well, the last couple we went stepping with were made of lumber. Especially their feet.::Judy Canfield: All right, all right, you can stay here and gorge yourself on lamb stew again.
Terry Randall: [entering the boarding house after trying the wrong door] How many doors are there to this place?::Jean Maitland: Well, there's the trap door, the humidor, and the cuspidor. How many doors would you like?
Linda Shaw: If you were a little more considerate of your elders, maybe Mr. Powell would send his car for you someday. Of course, he would probably take one look at you and send you right back again, but then you have to expect that.::Jean Maitland: Is that so?::Linda Shaw: Do you know, I think I could fix you up with Mr. Powell's chauffeur. The chauffeur has a very nice car too.::Jean Maitland: Yes, but I understand Mr. Powell's chauffeur doesn't go as far in his car as Mr. Powell does.::Linda Shaw: Even a chauffer has to have an incentive!::Jean Maitland: Well, you should know!