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Temporary Kings
Anthony Powell's universally acclaimed epic A Dance to the Music of Time offers a matchless panorama of twentieth-century London. Now, for the first time in decades, readers in the United States can read the books of Dance as they were originally published--as twelve individual novels--but with a twenty-first-century they're available only as e-books.
In this penultimate volume, Temporary Kings (1973), Nick and his contemporaries are at the height of their various careers in the arts, business, and politics. X. Trapnel is dead, but his mystery continues to draw ghoulish interest from readers and academics alike—as well as from his lover, Pamela Widmerpool. Kenneth Widmerpool, meanwhile, is an MP with mysterious connections beyond the newly dropped Iron Curtain, but he continues to be tormented by Pamela; a spectacular explosion, Nick can’t help but realize, is imminent.
"Anthony Powell is the best living English novelist by far. His admirers are addicts, let us face it, held in thrall by a magician." --Chicago Tribune
"A book which creates a world and explores it in depth, which ponders changing relationships and values, which creates brilliantly living and diverse characters and then watches them grow and change in their milieu... Powell's world is as large and as complex as Proust's." --Elizabeth Janeway, New York Times
"One of the most important works of fiction since the Second World War... The novel looked, as it began, something like a comedy of manners; then, for a while, like a tragedy of manners; now like a vastly entertaining, deeply melancholy, yet somehow courageous statement about human experience." --Naomi Bliven, New Yorker
"The most brilliant and penetrating novelist we have." --Kingsley Amis
In this penultimate volume, Temporary Kings (1973), Nick and his contemporaries are at the height of their various careers in the arts, business, and politics. X. Trapnel is dead, but his mystery continues to draw ghoulish interest from readers and academics alike—as well as from his lover, Pamela Widmerpool. Kenneth Widmerpool, meanwhile, is an MP with mysterious connections beyond the newly dropped Iron Curtain, but he continues to be tormented by Pamela; a spectacular explosion, Nick can’t help but realize, is imminent.
"Anthony Powell is the best living English novelist by far. His admirers are addicts, let us face it, held in thrall by a magician." --Chicago Tribune
"A book which creates a world and explores it in depth, which ponders changing relationships and values, which creates brilliantly living and diverse characters and then watches them grow and change in their milieu... Powell's world is as large and as complex as Proust's." --Elizabeth Janeway, New York Times
"One of the most important works of fiction since the Second World War... The novel looked, as it began, something like a comedy of manners; then, for a while, like a tragedy of manners; now like a vastly entertaining, deeply melancholy, yet somehow courageous statement about human experience." --Naomi Bliven, New Yorker
"The most brilliant and penetrating novelist we have." --Kingsley Amis
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First published January 1, 1973
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Anthony Powell
107 books334 followersPeople best know British writer Anthony Dymoke Powell for
A Dance to the Music of Time
, a cycle of 12 satirical novels from 1951 to 1975.
This Englishman published his volumes of work. Television and radio dramatizations subjected major work of Powell in print continuously. In 2008, The Times newspaper named Powell among their list of "the fifty greatest British writers since 1945."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthony...
This Englishman published his volumes of work. Television and radio dramatizations subjected major work of Powell in print continuously. In 2008, The Times newspaper named Powell among their list of "the fifty greatest British writers since 1945."
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Anthony...
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January 26, 2019
“Leave we the unlettered plain its herd and crop;
Seek we sepulture
On a tall mountain, citied to the top,
Crowded with culture!”
A Grammarian's Funeral by Robert Browning
This poem, quoted in the novel, is a kind of a key… They’re high on a mountain and looking down…
Unlike the proverb ‘All roads lead to Rome’ this time around all roads led to Venice so all key figures of the novel have found themselves there.
The novel also boasts the apparent traits of an intellectual mystery.
“Knowledge is the treasure of our unsealed fountains.”
All those who elbowed their way to earthly power and gaudy glory are just temporary kings – their downfall is inescapable… Sic transit gloria mundi.
Seek we sepulture
On a tall mountain, citied to the top,
Crowded with culture!”
A Grammarian's Funeral by Robert Browning
This poem, quoted in the novel, is a kind of a key… They’re high on a mountain and looking down…
Unlike the proverb ‘All roads lead to Rome’ this time around all roads led to Venice so all key figures of the novel have found themselves there.
‘You’ll live like a king once you get there.’
‘One of those temporary kings in The Golden Bough, everything at their disposal for a year or a month or a day – then execution? Death in Venice?’
‘Only ritual execution in more enlightened times – the image of a declining virility. A Mann’s a man for a’ that. Being the temporary king is what matters.’
The novel also boasts the apparent traits of an intellectual mystery.
“Knowledge is the treasure of our unsealed fountains.”
All those who elbowed their way to earthly power and gaudy glory are just temporary kings – their downfall is inescapable… Sic transit gloria mundi.
December 3, 2016
They say you lose your head for nostalgia, as you get older
The words of Hugh Moreland echo the drift towards introspection and regrets that started in the previous volume, as Nick Jenkins embarks on a comprehensive study of melancholy in the last part of his twelve step Dance. Venice, with its beautiful vistas and sunny climate might look like an improbable venue for such downbeat storytelling, but the author is quick with the literary references about the transience of beauty and the inevitable ending:
... one of the temporary kings in ‘The Golden Bough’, everything at their disposal for a year or a month or a day – then execution? Death in Venice?
Nick Jenkins is at the pinnacle of his literary career, and one of the perks an established author enjoys is an invitation to an elite conference where intellectuals from all over the world meet to discuss the current cultural landscape. Jenkins brings to the banquet table his keen observations powers, his subversive sense of humour and a more recently developed cynical streak, a deeply seated disenchantment with most of his peers ( ... fellow nomads of the intellect, Bedouins of the cultural waste, for ever folding and unfolding their tents in its oases. ) and with the world in general.
Each recriminative decade poses new riddles, how best to live, how best to write. One’s fifties, in principle less acceptable than one’s forties, at least confirm most worst suspicions about life, thereby disposing of an appreciable tract of vain expectations, standardized fantasy, obstructive to writing, as to living. [...] After passing the half-century, one unavoidable conclusion is that many things seeming incredible on starting out, are, in fact, by no means to be located in an area beyond belief.
As we meet old friends and enemies, and as we are offered new characters to study, the major tonality is no longer the usual enchantment with the miriad way the human spirit manifest itself in unexpected directions, but the presence of rot and darkness that is constantly revealed under the glitter of gold an crystal. Widmerpool is back ( ... now who the devil can that be? with his signature surprise entrances), slimier than ever despite his newly acquired peerage, engaged in secret deals with an Eastern nation and in a clash of wills with his volatile consort, Pamela. Mrs. Erdleigh, the famous clairvoyante, is still waiting in the background for her chance to utter some obscure warnings of doom. The survivors of the pre-war London jet-set are still making waves in the palatial mansions on the Grand Canal. Yet the Dance is drifting across the Atlantic, passing the cultural flame into the hands of two new characters: Louis Glober - American magnate, publisher, movie producer, playboy, globe trotter, closet melancholic man – and Russell Gwinnett – earnest young poet and biographer from the Midwest. Both men are linked to the star of the previous novel, X Trapnel, the unconventional and self-destructive novelist that befriended Nick and fell under the spell of Pamela Widmerpool. Glober wants to finance a movie based on the last Trapnel novel. Gwinnett wants to write a detailed biography of his life. Both men also fall into the spider web woven by the still dangerous Pamela.
This is not a new observation pertaining to the Dance, but in this episode, more than in any of the previous ones, I was struck by the author’s insistence on giving the contemporary text a universal dimension by linking the personal dramas of his characters to classical literary myths. The key scene in Venice is a visit to an old palace, there to have everybody inspect a fresco by Tieopolo depicting the story of Candaules and Gyges:
Oh, yes – the picture on the ceiling? You mean that? You want more explanations? Well, the wife there, whose husband arranged for his chum to have a peep at her in that charming manner, handled things by getting the chum who’d enjoyed the eyeful to do the husband in.
It’s the same tragedy with comic overtones that was used by Michael Ondaatje in his “English Patient” to illustrate the doomed love affair of one man for his friend’s wife, a tale originating in Herodotus that Powell still finds fascinating in the context of Widmerpool and his wife’s indiscretions.
The mythical angle is not restricted to the affairs of the heart. Powell spends a good portion of the novel exploring the undercurrents shaping the state of the novel (and art in general) in the new world order. Classicism and Romanticism are illustrated by the personalities of the new characters introduced, Glober and Gwinnett taking over from Jenkins himself and from Trapnel. With the addition of Tokenhouse, an expat painter living in Venice, Ferrand-Senechal, a French opportunist and Dr Brightman, a pragmatist, the discussion is expanded to embrace the Decadents, Naturalism, Socialist Militant Realism, translations from Dostoyevsky and the subversive nature of Dr Zhivago.
Here again it was hard to apportion epithets. In one sense, Glober, the practical man, was also the ‘romantic’ – as often happens – Gwinnett, working on his own interior lines, the ‘classical’. Gwinnett wanted to see things without the illusory trimmings; Glober forced things into his own picturesque mould. [...] Was the analogy to be found in quite other terms of reference: Don Juan for Glober, Gwinnett in Faust?
The intellectual stimulation of the text is undeniable, although the plotless nature of the series and the accumulation of past events and references to former part-time players did slow down the lecture for me. I liked the younger Jenkins a bit more than his more cynical quintagenarian self, but I am still in awe of the occasional gems and of the dark flashes of humour (as in Kenneth getting hit in the face with a fruit, again!) , even if I had to dive for a dictionary to get his halcyon references. I am grateful to Powell for the chance to improve my reading skills, echoing X Trapnel’s claim that Reading novels needs almost as much talent as writing them .
A mist of heat hung over the dome and white campanile, beyond the glittering greenish stretch of water, across the surface of which needles of light perpetually flashed. It was so calm the halcyon’s fabled nest seemed just to have floated by, subduing the faintest tremor of wind and wave.
The ending of the episode takes place in London, with a Mozart extravaganza that brings together many of the surviving characters, conflict and farce walking hand in hand. Hugh Moreland, on his way out, captures again the spirit of the Dance flawlessly:
‘I always enjoy this title - Cambyses, King of Percia: a Lamentable Tragedy mixed full of Pleasant Mirth.’
‘What’s it like?’
‘Not particularly exciting, but does summarize life.’
The bittersweet farewells, , are illustrated with a quatrain from Omar Khayyam, uttered again by Moreland from a hospital bed:
For some we loved,
the loveliest and the best,
That from his vintage
Rolling Time hath pressed.
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Only one book left in the series, and I am almost afraid to start it, loath to say goodbye to more of the personages that made the Dance such a stimulating experience. Mrs. Erdleigh prefaces the last episode with an (ironic?) discussion with Jenkins about transcendence:
‘You mean not long before he achieved the Eighth Sphere to which Trismegistus refers?’
‘Exactly’
‘Where, as again Vaughan writes, the liberated soul ascends, looking at the sunset towards the west wind, and hearing secret harmonies. He calls this world, where we are now, an outdoor theatre, in whose wings the Dead wait their cue to return to the stage.’
If it’s true that the world is a stage, then the show must go on, and Nick Jenkins will receive one last call in front of his audience. I will be there, ready to applaud his exit.
April 8, 2019
Each recriminative decade poses new riddles, how best to live, how best to write. One’s fifties, in principle less acceptable than one’s forties, at least confirm most worst suspicions about life, thereby disposing of an appreciable tract of vain expectation, standardized fantasy, obstructive to writing, as to living.
or perhaps
Takes place: summer 1958 to early summer ’59; then recollections of November ’59.
Nick Jenkins now in his early 50s – thus has entered his sixth decade.
Book published: 1973. Anthony Powell then entering his late 60s. Nick Jenkins is catching up with him in years.
The main characters (by roughly the number of pages they are referenced on – with new characters in bold) – Pamela Flitton (Lady Widmerpool), Louis Glober, Prof. Russell Gwinnett, Widmerpool, X. Trapnel, Dr. Emily Brightman, Hugh Moreland, Odo Stevens, Ada Leintwardine, Leon-Joseph Ferrand-Seneschal, Lindsay (‘Books-do-etc.’) Bagshaw, Jacky Bragadin, Rosie Manasch.
This my choice as a likeness of Lady Widmerpool, she the leader of the cast in the present drama
Five of these leading characters are either foreign or have foreign connections. Glober and Gwinnett are both Americans; Emily Brightman is British, but held an academic position in the States long enough to become well-acquainted with Gwinnett; Jacky Bragadin, son of a Venetian, married into a Philadelphia family of vast wealth. Only Ferrand-Seneschal has no American association, being a French Marxist intellectual.
Temporary Kings
So, who are these “kings”? And why temporary?
Old pal Mark Members (who latterly has found himself a very satisfactory fourth wife – American as it happens) offers Jenkins a visit to Venice by way of attendance at a literary conference. The conversational inducement includes, “… such meetings of true minds … (can offer) a potent drug. Besides, even at our age there’s a certain sense of adventure … Come along, Nicholas, bestir yourself … You’ll live like a king once you get there.”
Jenkins skeptical reply: “One of those temporary kings in the Golden Bough, everything at their disposal for a year or a month or a day – then execution?” So a first suggestion, kings not only of a tribe/people, but also of a cult, religion, a specific time of year – planting, growing season, harvest. In some cases the king executed once the event has elapsed, in others after the traditional period. Frasier suggests that some in ancient times followed this practice to assure (ritually, rather than rebelliously) that a ruler would not continue in command after an age associated with declining strength and mental acuity.
Jenkins also considers the advantage of being able to rub elbows, or merely cast eyes and ears towards, “a few additional pieces in the complex jigsaw making up the world’s literary scene.” This a suggestion implying a furtherance of the previous volume’s themes of the writing and publishing crowds, both of which he has current or recent connection to in a more than superficial fashion. Here we would be concerned with the royalty of these tribes, particularly of writers – and “temporary” can easily be ascribed to many, both writers and books advancing and retreating in favor almost as a matter of course. St John Clarke certainly the example of such.
Widmerpool an example, too, of a temporary king – having ascended to the Lords, then through revelations and accusations having been pushed lower in the chain of being by novel’s end. To say nothing of Pamela, though in her case her royalty a Queenly realm of men first enthralled by her looks, later held in sexual bondage till she’s finished with them; the end of her reign quite unlike any other.
We could go on. The Venetian palace now owned by Jacky Bragadin, who hosts there many of the main characters during the Venetian interlude – lending all of them a temporary aspect of royalty. The Tiepolo ceiling in this palace, offered to a flock of the Conference litterateurs as a previously unseen and rather scandalous work – “an unclothed hero, from his appurtenances a king, reclined on a divan … One single tenuous fold of gold-edged damask counterpane, elsewhere slipped away from his haughtily muscular body, undeniably emphasized (rather than concealed) the physical anticipation… of pleasure to be enjoyed in a few seconds time; for a lady, also naked, tall and fair haired, was moving across the room to join him where he lay.” While, standing in the shadows, his personal friend, invited to observe.
painting by Gerome
The ceiling by Tiepolo exists only in Powell’s novel
The hero, Candaules, indeed temporary, at least in one version of the legend - in which his exhibited Queen avenges herself by commanding the interloper to aid in killing the king.
(artist unknown, to the reviewer)
This art, its concomitant legend, studied by many of the Venetian attendees as highlight of the palace tour, assumes an unusual role in the complex story woven by Powell, affecting the relations of Widmerpool, his wife, the American scholar Gwinnett; as well providing a setting for the on-the-spot lecture by Dr. Brightman, and affecting her own relations, chiefly of interest to herself, with those previously mentioned.
And Brightman herself, certainly suggested as royalty, more than once accompanied by her court, sometimes such court spontaneously forming as she begins to declaim.
But the Americans. Might they not be newly recognized, if yet to be marked temporary, kings? The Americans, curiously almost absent from the war-time novels in the series, Jenkins having few if any contacts with this ally, none at all in course of his duties. The narrative now suggests that in the succeeding post war years, hardship fading into memory, a new reality confronts the British home front, “America” becoming a more insistent touchstone for the artistic intelligentsia, even American “culture” seeping (or is it sweeping?) into that of the Isles. This idea could be thrown into the mix of all those above.
Against this long list of suspects, perhaps the most likely idea, it seems to me, is that Powell’s main “temporary kings” theme is that of the arc of everyman. Once into our fifties we have all, no matter to what degree successful, so long as still present and accounted for, reached whatever rung of “royalty” will be our peak vantage point. From there, we gaze out at not only the sphere of influence and excellence which we have attained, but also look back at earlier chapters, things accomplished and overcome, and feel some sense, however modest, of our worth. Fully knowing, as we do, that from this certainly temporary peak, going forward implies descent.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Previous review: Studs Lonigan
Next review: Last Comes the Egg
Older review: Organization Man
Previous library review: Books Do Furnish a Room
Next library review: Hearing Secret Harmonies
or perhaps
Takes place: summer 1958 to early summer ’59; then recollections of November ’59.
Nick Jenkins now in his early 50s – thus has entered his sixth decade.
Book published: 1973. Anthony Powell then entering his late 60s. Nick Jenkins is catching up with him in years.
The main characters (by roughly the number of pages they are referenced on – with new characters in bold) – Pamela Flitton (Lady Widmerpool), Louis Glober, Prof. Russell Gwinnett, Widmerpool, X. Trapnel, Dr. Emily Brightman, Hugh Moreland, Odo Stevens, Ada Leintwardine, Leon-Joseph Ferrand-Seneschal, Lindsay (‘Books-do-etc.’) Bagshaw, Jacky Bragadin, Rosie Manasch.
This my choice as a likeness of Lady Widmerpool, she the leader of the cast in the present drama
Five of these leading characters are either foreign or have foreign connections. Glober and Gwinnett are both Americans; Emily Brightman is British, but held an academic position in the States long enough to become well-acquainted with Gwinnett; Jacky Bragadin, son of a Venetian, married into a Philadelphia family of vast wealth. Only Ferrand-Seneschal has no American association, being a French Marxist intellectual.
Temporary Kings
So, who are these “kings”? And why temporary?
Old pal Mark Members (who latterly has found himself a very satisfactory fourth wife – American as it happens) offers Jenkins a visit to Venice by way of attendance at a literary conference. The conversational inducement includes, “… such meetings of true minds … (can offer) a potent drug. Besides, even at our age there’s a certain sense of adventure … Come along, Nicholas, bestir yourself … You’ll live like a king once you get there.”
Jenkins skeptical reply: “One of those temporary kings in the Golden Bough, everything at their disposal for a year or a month or a day – then execution?” So a first suggestion, kings not only of a tribe/people, but also of a cult, religion, a specific time of year – planting, growing season, harvest. In some cases the king executed once the event has elapsed, in others after the traditional period. Frasier suggests that some in ancient times followed this practice to assure (ritually, rather than rebelliously) that a ruler would not continue in command after an age associated with declining strength and mental acuity.
Jenkins also considers the advantage of being able to rub elbows, or merely cast eyes and ears towards, “a few additional pieces in the complex jigsaw making up the world’s literary scene.” This a suggestion implying a furtherance of the previous volume’s themes of the writing and publishing crowds, both of which he has current or recent connection to in a more than superficial fashion. Here we would be concerned with the royalty of these tribes, particularly of writers – and “temporary” can easily be ascribed to many, both writers and books advancing and retreating in favor almost as a matter of course. St John Clarke certainly the example of such.
Widmerpool an example, too, of a temporary king – having ascended to the Lords, then through revelations and accusations having been pushed lower in the chain of being by novel’s end. To say nothing of Pamela, though in her case her royalty a Queenly realm of men first enthralled by her looks, later held in sexual bondage till she’s finished with them; the end of her reign quite unlike any other.
We could go on. The Venetian palace now owned by Jacky Bragadin, who hosts there many of the main characters during the Venetian interlude – lending all of them a temporary aspect of royalty. The Tiepolo ceiling in this palace, offered to a flock of the Conference litterateurs as a previously unseen and rather scandalous work – “an unclothed hero, from his appurtenances a king, reclined on a divan … One single tenuous fold of gold-edged damask counterpane, elsewhere slipped away from his haughtily muscular body, undeniably emphasized (rather than concealed) the physical anticipation… of pleasure to be enjoyed in a few seconds time; for a lady, also naked, tall and fair haired, was moving across the room to join him where he lay.” While, standing in the shadows, his personal friend, invited to observe.
painting by Gerome
The ceiling by Tiepolo exists only in Powell’s novel
The hero, Candaules, indeed temporary, at least in one version of the legend - in which his exhibited Queen avenges herself by commanding the interloper to aid in killing the king.
(artist unknown, to the reviewer)
This art, its concomitant legend, studied by many of the Venetian attendees as highlight of the palace tour, assumes an unusual role in the complex story woven by Powell, affecting the relations of Widmerpool, his wife, the American scholar Gwinnett; as well providing a setting for the on-the-spot lecture by Dr. Brightman, and affecting her own relations, chiefly of interest to herself, with those previously mentioned.
And Brightman herself, certainly suggested as royalty, more than once accompanied by her court, sometimes such court spontaneously forming as she begins to declaim.
But the Americans. Might they not be newly recognized, if yet to be marked temporary, kings? The Americans, curiously almost absent from the war-time novels in the series, Jenkins having few if any contacts with this ally, none at all in course of his duties. The narrative now suggests that in the succeeding post war years, hardship fading into memory, a new reality confronts the British home front, “America” becoming a more insistent touchstone for the artistic intelligentsia, even American “culture” seeping (or is it sweeping?) into that of the Isles. This idea could be thrown into the mix of all those above.
Against this long list of suspects, perhaps the most likely idea, it seems to me, is that Powell’s main “temporary kings” theme is that of the arc of everyman. Once into our fifties we have all, no matter to what degree successful, so long as still present and accounted for, reached whatever rung of “royalty” will be our peak vantage point. From there, we gaze out at not only the sphere of influence and excellence which we have attained, but also look back at earlier chapters, things accomplished and overcome, and feel some sense, however modest, of our worth. Fully knowing, as we do, that from this certainly temporary peak, going forward implies descent.
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . .
Previous review: Studs Lonigan
Next review: Last Comes the Egg
Older review: Organization Man
Previous library review: Books Do Furnish a Room
Next library review: Hearing Secret Harmonies
November 5, 2024
Temporary Kings (1973) is the penultimate volume of Anthony Powell’s twelve-novel series A Dance to the Music of Time and opens in the Summer of 1958, eleven years on from Books Do Furnish a Room (Volume 10). I have just finished a reread.
The star of this volume is Pamela Widmerpool who manages to trump her previous feats of outrageous behaviour. As with other volumes, new characters appear and long standing characters reappear. Despite the familiarity of so many of these characters, Powell still manages to provide surprises, along with new insights. The late X Trapnell even managing to retain a presence throughout much of this book too.
Having created the magical world of this literary masterpiece, which shines a light on relationships, personal values and social history, I cannot wait to revisits Powell's concluding volume. This is one of the most enjoyable literary journeys I know.
5/5
"Anthony Powell is the best living English novelist by far. His admirers are addicts, let us face it, held in thrall by a magician"
Anthony Powell's universally acclaimed epic A Dance to the Music of Time offers a matchless panorama of twentieth-century London. Now, for the first time in decades, readers in the United States can read the books of Dance as they were originally published--as twelve individual novels--but with a twenty-first-century they're available only as e-books.
In this penultimate volume, Temporary Kings (1973), Nick and his contemporaries are at the height of their various careers in the arts, business, and politics. X. Trapnel is dead, but his mystery continues to draw ghoulish interest from readers and academics alike—as well as from his lover, Pamela Widmerpool. Kenneth Widmerpool, meanwhile, is an MP with mysterious connections beyond the newly dropped Iron Curtain, but he continues to be tormented by Pamela; a spectacular explosion, Nick can’t help but realize, is imminent.
"Anthony Powell is the best living English novelist by far. His admirers are addicts, let us face it, held in thrall by a magician." --Chicago Tribune
"A book which creates a world and explores it in depth, which ponders changing relationships and values, which creates brilliantly living and diverse characters and then watches them grow and change in their milieu... Powell's world is as large and as complex as Proust's." --Elizabeth Janeway, New York Times
"One of the most important works of fiction since the Second World War... The novel looked, as it began, something like a comedy of manners; then, for a while, like a tragedy of manners; now like a vastly entertaining, deeply melancholy, yet somehow courageous statement about human experience." --Naomi Bliven, New Yorker
"The most brilliant and penetrating novelist we have." --Kingsley Amis
The star of this volume is Pamela Widmerpool who manages to trump her previous feats of outrageous behaviour. As with other volumes, new characters appear and long standing characters reappear. Despite the familiarity of so many of these characters, Powell still manages to provide surprises, along with new insights. The late X Trapnell even managing to retain a presence throughout much of this book too.
Having created the magical world of this literary masterpiece, which shines a light on relationships, personal values and social history, I cannot wait to revisits Powell's concluding volume. This is one of the most enjoyable literary journeys I know.
5/5
"Anthony Powell is the best living English novelist by far. His admirers are addicts, let us face it, held in thrall by a magician"
Anthony Powell's universally acclaimed epic A Dance to the Music of Time offers a matchless panorama of twentieth-century London. Now, for the first time in decades, readers in the United States can read the books of Dance as they were originally published--as twelve individual novels--but with a twenty-first-century they're available only as e-books.
In this penultimate volume, Temporary Kings (1973), Nick and his contemporaries are at the height of their various careers in the arts, business, and politics. X. Trapnel is dead, but his mystery continues to draw ghoulish interest from readers and academics alike—as well as from his lover, Pamela Widmerpool. Kenneth Widmerpool, meanwhile, is an MP with mysterious connections beyond the newly dropped Iron Curtain, but he continues to be tormented by Pamela; a spectacular explosion, Nick can’t help but realize, is imminent.
"Anthony Powell is the best living English novelist by far. His admirers are addicts, let us face it, held in thrall by a magician." --Chicago Tribune
"A book which creates a world and explores it in depth, which ponders changing relationships and values, which creates brilliantly living and diverse characters and then watches them grow and change in their milieu... Powell's world is as large and as complex as Proust's." --Elizabeth Janeway, New York Times
"One of the most important works of fiction since the Second World War... The novel looked, as it began, something like a comedy of manners; then, for a while, like a tragedy of manners; now like a vastly entertaining, deeply melancholy, yet somehow courageous statement about human experience." --Naomi Bliven, New Yorker
"The most brilliant and penetrating novelist we have." --Kingsley Amis
November 18, 2016
"Reading Novels needs almost as much talent as writing them."
- Anthony Powell, Temporary Kings
"Candaules, King of Lydia, Shews his Wife by Stealth to Gyges, One of his Ministers, As She Goes to Bed", by William Etty
Powell's 11th book (book 2 in the Fourth Movement, 11/12 in the Series, the Penultimate*) Temporary Kings opens at an international literary conference in Venice. The literary pot is beginning to boil. Who knew the literary world was such a Casino Royale of intrigue. I really think Powell set this novel's beginning in Venice to make the reader think of the Romantic era, but also of the Doges of Venice and all those dukes and kings that seemed to rise and fall during the period between Rome and the Romantics. Hell, I'm probably way off, but that's my wall and I'm going to lean against it.
“Le Roi Candaules,” Jean-Léon Gérôme
More than almost any book, except the series itself (Dance to the Music of Time), Temporary Kings seems dominated and driven by a work of art. Art and music, like food and sex, are scattered in all of Powell's novels, but in this one, a painting of Candaules and Gyges by Tiepolo. In the myth Candaules, the Lydian (Sardis) king has a fatal enthusiasm to show his queen’s naked body to his lieutenant Gyges (without her knowledge or permission). She discovers her husband's peeping sin and invites Gyges to kill him and take his place on the throne. Powell practically beats the reader over the head with this idea. The myth itself is fairly melodramatic (characters in the book discuss the myth as a perfect Opera story), but also seems to parallel some of the activity of some major characters.
* I've been waiting a helluva long time to say that in a review of these books. 11 down, 1 to go.
- Anthony Powell, Temporary Kings
"Candaules, King of Lydia, Shews his Wife by Stealth to Gyges, One of his Ministers, As She Goes to Bed", by William Etty
Powell's 11th book (book 2 in the Fourth Movement, 11/12 in the Series, the Penultimate*) Temporary Kings opens at an international literary conference in Venice. The literary pot is beginning to boil. Who knew the literary world was such a Casino Royale of intrigue. I really think Powell set this novel's beginning in Venice to make the reader think of the Romantic era, but also of the Doges of Venice and all those dukes and kings that seemed to rise and fall during the period between Rome and the Romantics. Hell, I'm probably way off, but that's my wall and I'm going to lean against it.
“Le Roi Candaules,” Jean-Léon Gérôme
More than almost any book, except the series itself (Dance to the Music of Time), Temporary Kings seems dominated and driven by a work of art. Art and music, like food and sex, are scattered in all of Powell's novels, but in this one, a painting of Candaules and Gyges by Tiepolo. In the myth Candaules, the Lydian (Sardis) king has a fatal enthusiasm to show his queen’s naked body to his lieutenant Gyges (without her knowledge or permission). She discovers her husband's peeping sin and invites Gyges to kill him and take his place on the throne. Powell practically beats the reader over the head with this idea. The myth itself is fairly melodramatic (characters in the book discuss the myth as a perfect Opera story), but also seems to parallel some of the activity of some major characters.
* I've been waiting a helluva long time to say that in a review of these books. 11 down, 1 to go.
November 8, 2016
This can best be described as a romp through the literature, art, music and cinema of the late 1950's, through the eyes and ears of Nick Jenkins as he and his friends enter middle-age with the experience and cynicism needed to chart their course. The most risque of the 11 books read so far.
Favorite quotes from this one:
"You know growing old's like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven't committed."
"Nothing fails like success."
"Reading novels needs almost as much talent as writing them."
Am looking forward to #12, and the conclusion of this trip into the past.
Favorite quotes from this one:
"You know growing old's like being increasingly penalized for a crime you haven't committed."
"Nothing fails like success."
"Reading novels needs almost as much talent as writing them."
Am looking forward to #12, and the conclusion of this trip into the past.
April 1, 2017
Marital confrontation worthy of comparison to Shakespearean epos!
January 19, 2019
I enjoyed this one, as I do with all the series, although I don't think the last few are my favourites in the series. Interesting characterisation, great writing and some really powerful moments.
May 28, 2020
In "Temporary Kings" Nick Jenkins is attending a literary conference in Venice around 1958. He meets Russell Gwinnett who is writing a biography of X. Trapnael, a novelist who was featured in the last book. The conference tours cultural locations, including the Bragadin Palace with its fictional impressive ceiling painted by Tiepolo. The subject of the painting, the story of Candaules and Gyges, sets the stage for other events.
Art, literature, music, film, and Eastern European politics are important in this book. Some characters are aging and declining in health. Kenneth and Pamela Widmerpool spice up the story as they engage in scandalous behavior. "Temporary Kings" is # 11 in the series, "A Dance to the Music of Time," which follows a large group of English friends and family over fifty years.
Art, literature, music, film, and Eastern European politics are important in this book. Some characters are aging and declining in health. Kenneth and Pamela Widmerpool spice up the story as they engage in scandalous behavior. "Temporary Kings" is # 11 in the series, "A Dance to the Music of Time," which follows a large group of English friends and family over fifty years.
November 12, 2016
This is the penultimate in his twelve-volume masterpiece, A Dance to the Music of Time. It was published in 1973 and remains in print as does the rest of the sequence.
The title is a possible reference to The Golden Bough, which has a section with the same title concerning the practice in the ancient world of appointing kings for a brief period, at the end of which they would be executed. The novel introduces a surreal element, mischievously portraying the literary world as politically corrupt and riven with dark deeds. After the passage of a decade the consequences of unyielding ambition are suggested by the storm brewing around Powell's dark angel, Kenneth Widmerpool. Espionage and even necrophilia are hinted at.
4* A Question of Upbringing (A Dance to the Music of Time, #1)
4* A Buyer's Market (A Dance to the Music of Time #2)
4* The Acceptance World (A Dance to the Music of Time, #3)
4* At Lady Molly's (A Dance to the Music of Time, #4)
4* Casanova's Chinese Restaurant (A Dance to the Music of Time, #5)
4* The Kindly Ones (A Dance to the Music of Time, #6)
4* The Valley of Bones (A Dance to the Music of Time, #7)
4* The Soldier's Art (A Dance to the Music of Time, #8)
4* The Military Philosophers (A Dance to the Music of Time, #9)
4* Books Do Furnish a Room (A Dance to the Music of Time, #10)
3* Temporary Kings (A Dance to the Music of Time, #11)
TR Hearing Secret Harmonies (A Dance to the Music of Time, #12)
The title is a possible reference to The Golden Bough, which has a section with the same title concerning the practice in the ancient world of appointing kings for a brief period, at the end of which they would be executed. The novel introduces a surreal element, mischievously portraying the literary world as politically corrupt and riven with dark deeds. After the passage of a decade the consequences of unyielding ambition are suggested by the storm brewing around Powell's dark angel, Kenneth Widmerpool. Espionage and even necrophilia are hinted at.
4* A Question of Upbringing (A Dance to the Music of Time, #1)
4* A Buyer's Market (A Dance to the Music of Time #2)
4* The Acceptance World (A Dance to the Music of Time, #3)
4* At Lady Molly's (A Dance to the Music of Time, #4)
4* Casanova's Chinese Restaurant (A Dance to the Music of Time, #5)
4* The Kindly Ones (A Dance to the Music of Time, #6)
4* The Valley of Bones (A Dance to the Music of Time, #7)
4* The Soldier's Art (A Dance to the Music of Time, #8)
4* The Military Philosophers (A Dance to the Music of Time, #9)
4* Books Do Furnish a Room (A Dance to the Music of Time, #10)
3* Temporary Kings (A Dance to the Music of Time, #11)
TR Hearing Secret Harmonies (A Dance to the Music of Time, #12)
November 1, 2024
Such a perfectly written book. I don’t want this series to end. Alas I am almost at the end though.
December 23, 2015
Another wonderful volume in this terrific series. I took a long time over it because of other demands on my time,not because of any lack of enjoyment to be had. That extraordinary creation, Pamela Widmerpool carves her usual swathe through those unfortunate enough to cross her path. Various characters old and new do not disappoint each time they appear and reappear in the dance.
Alas, only one volume remains, and I intend to read it over the next few days, Christmas and other events permitting.
Alas, only one volume remains, and I intend to read it over the next few days, Christmas and other events permitting.
February 21, 2020
This is the 11th book in the ‘A Dance to the Music of Time’ series and is an entertaining, humorous, pleasant read, set in Venice, then London, in the 1950s. The narrator, Nick Jenkins, meets a number of old acquaintances in Venice, including Mrs Pamela Widmerpool, Mr Widmerpool, a member of the House of Lords. He also meets Mr Glober, an American film producer and Mr Gwinnett whose is writing a biography on deceased author, Mr Trapnel. There are a couple of particularly memorable scenes, one being Pamela’s fixation with and description of a sex scene painted on a dining room ceiling. The other being Pamela’s indiscreet confession to a group of acquaintances awaiting a taxi in the middle of the night.
Here are some quotes from the novel that I enjoyed and that give good examples of Powell’s writing style:
‘I had not expected him to be in the least senile, but the sharpeness of his manner may have been amplified by some apprehension, shared by myself, that changes must have taken place in both of us during the last twenty years, which could prove mutually disenchanting.’
‘Enormous simplifications were possibly necessary to carry a deeper truth than lay on the surface of a mass of unsourced detail.’
‘You know growing old’s like being increasingly penalised for a crime you haven’t committed.’
Whilst each of the 12 books in the ‘A Dance to the Music of Time’ series can be read as stand alone books, it is definitely better if you begin with the first book in the series, ‘A Question of Upbringing’, as the books follow one another in chronological order beginning with the narrator, Nick Jenkins, at Eton College in the 1920s.
Here are some quotes from the novel that I enjoyed and that give good examples of Powell’s writing style:
‘I had not expected him to be in the least senile, but the sharpeness of his manner may have been amplified by some apprehension, shared by myself, that changes must have taken place in both of us during the last twenty years, which could prove mutually disenchanting.’
‘Enormous simplifications were possibly necessary to carry a deeper truth than lay on the surface of a mass of unsourced detail.’
‘You know growing old’s like being increasingly penalised for a crime you haven’t committed.’
Whilst each of the 12 books in the ‘A Dance to the Music of Time’ series can be read as stand alone books, it is definitely better if you begin with the first book in the series, ‘A Question of Upbringing’, as the books follow one another in chronological order beginning with the narrator, Nick Jenkins, at Eton College in the 1920s.
November 10, 2024
My least favourite of the series as we wandered into the weeds a bit with Greek Mythology , art criticism and the dislocation of place , most of the novel being set in Venice . Much sex , perversion , intrigue and death and the novel redeemed itself once it got back to London . Nick , our narrator , is now a mere wisp of a character and his domestic life is near invisible so that he seems more and more to exist as a sort of vacant recipient of other people's gossip and stories .
November 6, 2016
Wow! Book 11 of the Dance is the most scandalous and a fabulous wild ride through the lives of Nick's collection of friends and acquaintances. Somewhat surprising since we are in the winter of their lives. The most notorious are LORD Kenneth Widmerpoole (why didn't I see that coming) and his wife, Pamela (née Flitton). But we hear from a host of characters we've come to expect including several long dead and several we might not expect. Lots of art in its many manifestations, (literature, music, painting, and now film) intertwining the passions, emotions, aspirations, successes, failures, and minutia of human life as observed by Nick Jenkins. It's hard to believe these people are now middle-aged and that we've traveled with them through their entire lives over the course of the series. As with so many others, I have high expectations of the final book.
March 21, 2015
*Spoilers ahead*
In my post about the previous volume in the Dance to the Music of Time series, Books Do Furnish a Room, I briefly discussed the nature of Powell’s presentation how times and culture shifts over the half century that the story spans. I found myself meditating on that subject all the more in the most recent volume, and the penultimate of the series, Temporary Kings.
As usual, Powell gives his readers no exact dates to pin down the time frame of the story he is telling. During the set of books that cover the years of the war, we were given a few hard events that allowed us to place the action of the books within a particular year, but beyond that, we are always left to surmise what time has passed and what year we are in. We are told in Books Do Furnish a Room that Fission, the magazine at the center of the novel, appeared soon after the end of the war and ran for two years, so it is clear to us that the events take place sometime in the last half of the 1940s. Early in Temporary Kings we learn that the writer X. Trapnel has been dead some ten years and that it had been a few years before his death since Nick, our narrator, has seen him. That puts us sometime in the 1960s, but where exactly, we don’t know. What I find so interesting about this vague portrayal of time is that it runs completely contrary to how I anticipated the series progressing. I knew when I started A Question of Upbringing, that the series would take us a half century down the road, that we would be moving from pre-war England through the war and into the Modern era, quite possibly all the way into the 1970s. This knowledge set up expectations that this change of culture and the world would be at the heart of what Powell is showing us.
There are admittedly many ways to tell a story that leisurely covers a 50 year period, but the examples available to me before A Dance to the Music of Time have always played up history over the character, like Forest Gump moving through key historical events, showing us a version of history and the American culture and counter-cultures that Gump lived through. None of that takes place for Powell. We get no major political figures or geo-political events around which our humble characters dance. Even during the war, we are kept in England and experience the war from a very different angle than the history books. If history is told as the great actions of great people, then Powell’s account of this eventful period attempts to capture something very different from the history that is taught in schools.
To be sure, Powell’s characters exist in a specific time and culture—he is not avoiding those environmental factors at all. There is a great deal of politics and cultural trends, but they infuse every scene rather than take center stage themselves. We see the forces of culture and counter-culture sliding up against each other, sometimes smoothly and sometimes with great friction, but always through the interaction of characters thrown together by fate and Powell’s loose plotting.
Two things are achieved by this subtle and powerful approach. The first achievement is that Powell captures life and time as it is lived. The political and cultural events of the world are things that have meaning only through the lens of hindsight. We never know what will be the issues of the history until the facts are gathered and an overarching narrative is stitched together by historians. What we experience is a whole host of currents and issues that may strike our fancy but that are always second to the pressing matters of life, the bills that need to be paid, the care of loved ones, and the gossip of our friends and relations. Life is intensely personal and fluid. History is an inhuman construct in its way. Powell touches upon this very notion in Temporary Kings, when Nick considers Gwinnett’s efforts to make meaning out of all the stories surrounding Trapnel: “Enormous simplifications were possibly necessary to carry a deeper truth than lay on the surface of a mass of unsorted detail. That was, after all, what happened when history was written; many, if not most, of the true facts discarded.” Powell walks a fine line, and walks it beautifully, between giving us the “mass of unsorted details” and the “enormous simplifications” necessary to have his tales carry both life and meaning.
The second achievement is the emphasis of continuity rather than change as time is experienced in life. Any student of history could tell you about the great social changes between the 1920s and the 1960s, but Nick’s constant narrative voice and refusal to present a pre-packaged view of cultural changes drives home how life as lived is a continuous experience, with very few moments changing everything. Nick, now in his 50s sounds the same as he did in the first volume, which is exactly how we feel our own lives. The face in the mirror might warp with gravity and time, but inside we feel like the same people we always were. And when we meet up with old friends, we quickly see past their physical changes to find the same soul interacting with us in the same way. When Nick meets up with Moreland, now also in his 50s, Nick gives us a brief description of Moreland’s aging but then gets right on with the conversation and story, and we are right back with Moreland as we were six books ago. The characters that keep moving in and out of Nick’s ken are the same to us as ever, and as the world changes all around us, it is that continuity that becomes the focus rather than change. Characters’ political beliefs may alter or hold steady, but they themselves are a mark of sameness. It is a remarkable achievement to present a kind of anti-history that does nothing to deny the movement of time while simultaneously showing that its power over us is minimal. Lives may come and go (and there is certainly a high body count over the course of the eleven novels so far), but life is the same as it ever was.
To shift gears to the specifics of Temporary Kings, yet another fantastic volume, I want to spend just a moment looking at a theme unique to it: reliable and unreliable narrators. While first-person narratives are notorious for their unreliable narrators, Nick has our confidence in every way. He is impartial with no ego in the tale, since he avoids his own personal life almost entirely. Up to this point, nearly every account given in the novels has been witnessed by him first hand or told to him, which he retells directly to us. By contrast, there are two points in Temporary Kings in which the narrative has to be cobbled together by Nick from the telling of multiple other witnesses. First, we have Pam’s nude appearance in Bagshaw’s home, and second is the drama following the Seraglio performance. Nick goes to great lengths to tell us journalistically what happened, admitting where the narrative is weakest and where strongest. This journalistic effort is echoed by Gwinnett’s attempts to gather the tales and experiences of Trapnel through all the accounts of those that knew him. Gwinnett says in his letter to Nick early in the final chapter of the novel that “he still believed in ‘aiming at objectivity, however much that method may be currently under fire.’” Apparently there was a time in the early 1960s in which subjective narratives were much preferred to objectivity, perhaps arguing the objectivity was unattainable to begin with. This is one of those moments that the general cultural issues are treated by Powell as specific and personal. Why Powell chooses this narrative objectivity as his theme for this novel is unclear to me, but it seems tied up with Pamela Widmerpool.
In many ways, Temporary Kings is about Pamela Widmerpool. She is at the heart of both questionable narratives, and even at the heart of Trapnel’s narrative with which Gwinnett is struggling. Pam is a character unlike any other in the novel, and one of the few personalities that Nick can’t seem to crack. Is her role as a “modern” woman important? Is her mythical nature important? It is interesting that she is both thoroughly modern and mythically timeless, like the tale of Candaules and Gyges. Gwinnett refers to her as “the castrating woman,” and Moreland tells the urban legend of the women who literally castrate a man. She is someone onto whom others place their feelings and ideas. Nick observes that she seem to exist solely in the world of sex, but notes that her behavior makes other people see her that way. He makes no claim about what her world actually consists of. She is both of the moment and a legend, part human and part cautionary tale. And under all that, there is something tragic about poor Pamela, more misunderstood and tortured than just about any other character in the series. It is unclear to me what, if anything, Powell is getting at with her character and her role in the breakdown of objectivity, but it feels packed with meaning to me.
I am excited to read the final book in the series, Hearing Secret Harmonies, and although the book wasn’t published until 1975, I am reading it next to keep up the momentum of the story. I will return to 1973 and Pynchon’s Gravity’s Rainbow after I conclude this series.
In my post about the previous volume in the Dance to the Music of Time series, Books Do Furnish a Room, I briefly discussed the nature of Powell’s presentation how times and culture shifts over the half century that the story spans. I found myself meditating on that subject all the more in the most recent volume, and the penultimate of the series, Temporary Kings.
As usual, Powell gives his readers no exact dates to pin down the time frame of the story he is telling. During the set of books that cover the years of the war, we were given a few hard events that allowed us to place the action of the books within a particular year, but beyond that, we are always left to surmise what time has passed and what year we are in. We are told in Books Do Furnish a Room that Fission, the magazine at the center of the novel, appeared soon after the end of the war and ran for two years, so it is clear to us that the events take place sometime in the last half of the 1940s. Early in Temporary Kings we learn that the writer X. Trapnel has been dead some ten years and that it had been a few years before his death since Nick, our narrator, has seen him. That puts us sometime in the 1960s, but where exactly, we don’t know. What I find so interesting about this vague portrayal of time is that it runs completely contrary to how I anticipated the series progressing. I knew when I started A Question of Upbringing, that the series would take us a half century down the road, that we would be moving from pre-war England through the war and into the Modern era, quite possibly all the way into the 1970s. This knowledge set up expectations that this change of culture and the world would be at the heart of what Powell is showing us.
There are admittedly many ways to tell a story that leisurely covers a 50 year period, but the examples available to me before A Dance to the Music of Time have always played up history over the character, like Forest Gump moving through key historical events, showing us a version of history and the American culture and counter-cultures that Gump lived through. None of that takes place for Powell. We get no major political figures or geo-political events around which our humble characters dance. Even during the war, we are kept in England and experience the war from a very different angle than the history books. If history is told as the great actions of great people, then Powell’s account of this eventful period attempts to capture something very different from the history that is taught in schools.
To be sure, Powell’s characters exist in a specific time and culture—he is not avoiding those environmental factors at all. There is a great deal of politics and cultural trends, but they infuse every scene rather than take center stage themselves. We see the forces of culture and counter-culture sliding up against each other, sometimes smoothly and sometimes with great friction, but always through the interaction of characters thrown together by fate and Powell’s loose plotting.
Two things are achieved by this subtle and powerful approach. The first achievement is that Powell captures life and time as it is lived. The political and cultural events of the world are things that have meaning only through the lens of hindsight. We never know what will be the issues of the history until the facts are gathered and an overarching narrative is stitched together by historians. What we experience is a whole host of currents and issues that may strike our fancy but that are always second to the pressing matters of life, the bills that need to be paid, the care of loved ones, and the gossip of our friends and relations. Life is intensely personal and fluid. History is an inhuman construct in its way. Powell touches upon this very notion in Temporary Kings, when Nick considers Gwinnett’s efforts to make meaning out of all the stories surrounding Trapnel: “Enormous simplifications were possibly necessary to carry a deeper truth than lay on the surface of a mass of unsorted detail. That was, after all, what happened when history was written; many, if not most, of the true facts discarded.” Powell walks a fine line, and walks it beautifully, between giving us the “mass of unsorted details” and the “enormous simplifications” necessary to have his tales carry both life and meaning.
The second achievement is the emphasis of continuity rather than change as time is experienced in life. Any student of history could tell you about the great social changes between the 1920s and the 1960s, but Nick’s constant narrative voice and refusal to present a pre-packaged view of cultural changes drives home how life as lived is a continuous experience, with very few moments changing everything. Nick, now in his 50s sounds the same as he did in the first volume, which is exactly how we feel our own lives. The face in the mirror might warp with gravity and time, but inside we feel like the same people we always were. And when we meet up with old friends, we quickly see past their physical changes to find the same soul interacting with us in the same way. When Nick meets up with Moreland, now also in his 50s, Nick gives us a brief description of Moreland’s aging but then gets right on with the conversation and story, and we are right back with Moreland as we were six books ago. The characters that keep moving in and out of Nick’s ken are the same to us as ever, and as the world changes all around us, it is that continuity that becomes the focus rather than change. Characters’ political beliefs may alter or hold steady, but they themselves are a mark of sameness. It is a remarkable achievement to present a kind of anti-history that does nothing to deny the movement of time while simultaneously showing that its power over us is minimal. Lives may come and go (and there is certainly a high body count over the course of the eleven novels so far), but life is the same as it ever was.
To shift gears to the specifics of Temporary Kings, yet another fantastic volume, I want to spend just a moment looking at a theme unique to it: reliable and unreliable narrators. While first-person narratives are notorious for their unreliable narrators, Nick has our confidence in every way. He is impartial with no ego in the tale, since he avoids his own personal life almost entirely. Up to this point, nearly every account given in the novels has been witnessed by him first hand or told to him, which he retells directly to us. By contrast, there are two points in Temporary Kings in which the narrative has to be cobbled together by Nick from the telling of multiple other witnesses. First, we have Pam’s nude appearance in Bagshaw’s home, and second is the drama following the Seraglio performance. Nick goes to great lengths to tell us journalistically what happened, admitting where the narrative is weakest and where strongest. This journalistic effort is echoed by Gwinnett’s attempts to gather the tales and experiences of Trapnel through all the accounts of those that knew him. Gwinnett says in his letter to Nick early in the final chapter of the novel that “he still believed in ‘aiming at objectivity, however much that method may be currently under fire.’” Apparently there was a time in the early 1960s in which subjective narratives were much preferred to objectivity, perhaps arguing the objectivity was unattainable to begin with. This is one of those moments that the general cultural issues are treated by Powell as specific and personal. Why Powell chooses this narrative objectivity as his theme for this novel is unclear to me, but it seems tied up with Pamela Widmerpool.
In many ways, Temporary Kings is about Pamela Widmerpool. She is at the heart of both questionable narratives, and even at the heart of Trapnel’s narrative with which Gwinnett is struggling. Pam is a character unlike any other in the novel, and one of the few personalities that Nick can’t seem to crack. Is her role as a “modern” woman important? Is her mythical nature important? It is interesting that she is both thoroughly modern and mythically timeless, like the tale of Candaules and Gyges. Gwinnett refers to her as “the castrating woman,” and Moreland tells the urban legend of the women who literally castrate a man. She is someone onto whom others place their feelings and ideas. Nick observes that she seem to exist solely in the world of sex, but notes that her behavior makes other people see her that way. He makes no claim about what her world actually consists of. She is both of the moment and a legend, part human and part cautionary tale. And under all that, there is something tragic about poor Pamela, more misunderstood and tortured than just about any other character in the series. It is unclear to me what, if anything, Powell is getting at with her character and her role in the breakdown of objectivity, but it feels packed with meaning to me.
I am excited to read the final book in the series, Hearing Secret Harmonies, and although the book wasn’t published until 1975, I am reading it next to keep up the momentum of the story. I will return to 1973 and Pynchon’s Gravity’s Rainbow after I conclude this series.
This entire review has been hidden because of spoilers.
August 7, 2025
Without revealing any spoilers, I daresay that this is the most page-turning volume of the lot (though the final volume is to come). Proustian in how events in the preceding 10 volumes are referred to and evoked. There are plenty of deaths, and we experience both a kind of heaviness and levity as we've moved far away from childhood and the urgent lives of being young men and women in wartime, and settled into constant middle-age assessments.
July 2, 2021
The title Temporary Kings is an allusion to The Golden Bough, the myth of the yearly king who must be sacrificed at the end of his reign. Nick Jenkins is attending a writers conference in Venice in the late ‘50s. Both of my favourite Lost Girl avatars appear. Pleasingly, Ada Leintwardine, based] on Sonia Brownell, makes an appearance as a successful novelist and mother of two. And as usual, Pamela Flitton, now Lady Widmerpool, steals the show. Powell excels at creating non-existent works of art, whether books like X. Trapnell’s Camel Ride to the Tomb, or here a Tiepolo ceiling displaying the story of Candaules and Gyges, a theme that plays a principal role in this book and reveals that Widmerpool had a kinkier side than I had realised. Like too many English novelists, Powell’s American characters commit gaucheries to prove they are Americans: I cannot imagine one devoted to motor racing referring to a ‘blower’ Bentley as an ‘automobile’! Widmerpool lost his seat in Parliament but has now been kicked upstairs to the House of Lords as a life peer. Every time someone addresses Pamela as Lady Widmerpool one hears just the faintest trace of a sneer.
Having never succeeded at reading the French original, I cannot evaluate the claim that Anthony Powell was the English Proust. And I’ll wait til I get round to reading the last of the series before trying to judge whether it achieves classical status. But for an entertaining diversion with some eccentric characters, Temporary Kings was an amusing read.
Having never succeeded at reading the French original, I cannot evaluate the claim that Anthony Powell was the English Proust. And I’ll wait til I get round to reading the last of the series before trying to judge whether it achieves classical status. But for an entertaining diversion with some eccentric characters, Temporary Kings was an amusing read.
August 26, 2011
We're in Venice this week, where we've just finished taking part in an international workshop on speech and language technology. Somewhere around the middle of the first day, it struck me that the setup was eerily similar to the opening of the penultimate volume of A Dance to the Music of Time.
Nick, who I think is now in his mid 50s, is also attending an academic conference here. He and the other members of his generation are treated with respect, but they're starting to feel increasingly marginalized by the energetic young people who have begun to take over the narrative. And Death is no longer an unexpected and shocking guest: he's now taken for granted, and it's just a question of who's next.
The conference hall even had a ceiling with an huge fresco illustrating a classical theme. Though, somewhat disappointingly, the subject wasn't as racy as the one in Powell's book.
Nick, who I think is now in his mid 50s, is also attending an academic conference here. He and the other members of his generation are treated with respect, but they're starting to feel increasingly marginalized by the energetic young people who have begun to take over the narrative. And Death is no longer an unexpected and shocking guest: he's now taken for granted, and it's just a question of who's next.
The conference hall even had a ceiling with an huge fresco illustrating a classical theme. Though, somewhat disappointingly, the subject wasn't as racy as the one in Powell's book.
August 13, 2015
A good portion of this book takes place in a Venetian drawing room, as most of the characters in this 12-volume epic work stare at and discuss a painting on a ceiling. There it is, their lives, each character seeing themselves as part of the art. If you choose only to read one of these twelve volumes, I recommend this one, as the writing is extraordinary and you need only an enjoyment of written words to be awed by Powell's talent.
July 18, 2017
This is the penultimate book in the most brilliant 20th-century series I know of. It's not always my favorite of the twelve volumes; some of Powell's writing about the young people of the late 60s -- this was written in 1973, and he was almost seventy years old, so "Scorpio Morlock," that great name notwithstanding, is a bit of a caricature -- but in the end, this book is worthy of inclusion in what Clive James calls "the greatest modern novel since "Ulysses."
These books came to my rescue when I was in my 20s and have seen me through each decade since. I've read them four times, and they're fresh and new every time, as they should be since the characters have aged right along with me. And aside from everything else, they contain an unequaled cast of characters (both main and supporting) some of the most magisterial English prose I've ever read, and also some of the funnist. An enduring treasure.
These books came to my rescue when I was in my 20s and have seen me through each decade since. I've read them four times, and they're fresh and new every time, as they should be since the characters have aged right along with me. And aside from everything else, they contain an unequaled cast of characters (both main and supporting) some of the most magisterial English prose I've ever read, and also some of the funnist. An enduring treasure.
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October 23, 2023The longest of the series (I think) and strangely perverse. I think it is my favorite of the later books.
August 30, 2016
I get the feeling twentieth-century Venice had a definite association with sex, death and secrets, arising from its status as a kind of artistic Vegas, a city where the intellectual and rich could alike escape to and where romantic or unspeakable things might occur. That's certainly one of the roles it plays in Temporary Kings, which spends two-thirds of its length in Venice over a several-day period - probably the most focused the Dance has been in setting and time since the second volume, if not across the whole series.
These sections are very strong, and surprisingly pacy, the density of incident and intrigue almost whipping itself up into a plot. But this is - to some extent - illusory, a byproduct of the setting: not just the city, but the odd, half-work, half-holiday atmosphere of a conference. The novel seems to be speeding towards the final acts of Widmerpool's career and his marriage - and you could say it gets there, but ultimately in a very oblique manner. In the end, it's another, sadder farewell that occupies Jenkins, the narrator, after the Venice bubble deflates - very subtle plotting by Powell, moving the more sensational events offstage in favour of those that mean more to our narrator, whose emotion, as ever, comes across more in subtleties of emphasis than direct expression.
The narrator's expression changes in another way - there's a lot more, or at least franker, talk of sex in Temporary Kings than in any previous novel. Even when Nick Jenkins' own sex life was a main concern of the books, preferences and peccadilloes weren't as candidly discussed as here. It's refreshing, offering a key to Widmerpool's increasingly risky behaviour, and that of several others. There's a few ways of reading this from a narrative perspective - Jenkins may be less concerned about such things himself (and hence feels freer to speak) but the opposite is just as credible. And to be honest, the publication date - the early 70s - will play as much of a part. It's a shift that only helps this story of the late ripeness of personal and professional lives.
These sections are very strong, and surprisingly pacy, the density of incident and intrigue almost whipping itself up into a plot. But this is - to some extent - illusory, a byproduct of the setting: not just the city, but the odd, half-work, half-holiday atmosphere of a conference. The novel seems to be speeding towards the final acts of Widmerpool's career and his marriage - and you could say it gets there, but ultimately in a very oblique manner. In the end, it's another, sadder farewell that occupies Jenkins, the narrator, after the Venice bubble deflates - very subtle plotting by Powell, moving the more sensational events offstage in favour of those that mean more to our narrator, whose emotion, as ever, comes across more in subtleties of emphasis than direct expression.
The narrator's expression changes in another way - there's a lot more, or at least franker, talk of sex in Temporary Kings than in any previous novel. Even when Nick Jenkins' own sex life was a main concern of the books, preferences and peccadilloes weren't as candidly discussed as here. It's refreshing, offering a key to Widmerpool's increasingly risky behaviour, and that of several others. There's a few ways of reading this from a narrative perspective - Jenkins may be less concerned about such things himself (and hence feels freer to speak) but the opposite is just as credible. And to be honest, the publication date - the early 70s - will play as much of a part. It's a shift that only helps this story of the late ripeness of personal and professional lives.
May 15, 2020
"Come, let's away; the strangers all are gone."
-- Shakespeare, 'Romeo and Juliet'
Time's hand is often a cruel one. For those of us with fond memories of the past, our youth, our joys and ecstasies, it can sometimes be a comfort. Yet every encounter with the past - a nostalgic dinner conversation, an unexpected reunion with a lost acquaintance, the Proustian involuntary memory of the madeleine dipped in tea - runs the risk of tearing down our illusions: revealing the ulterior motives of one we thought had found us attractive, surprising us with a catty remark made behind our backs, or startling with a sympathetic character portrait of someone we had dismissed. (I well recall, in my youth, my first successful audition for a main role on the stage. It was a meaty role alongside brilliant actors, and I was obnoxiously proud to join the company. Years later, I happened to run into an actor acquaintance from that time. He told me - assuming that I knew - that, after the auditions but before contracting me, the director had reached out to him and another actor to see if they were available. He was sharing an amusing coincidence, an alternate-history in which he played the role rather than I. Yet, all I was hearing was the reveal that even though I must have been the best of the auditionees, I was a poor enough performer that the director sought out two outside hires before settling on me due to their lack of availability!)
Temporary Kings takes up this theme on a broad scale - although not at first. More than half of the novel is set in Venice, about a decade after we last saw Jenkins, Widmerpool, Pamela, and their cohort. The ravages of Time have killed off so many of the series' characters, that these are really the only three we still care about (perhaps in the case of the latter two, I should say "have a morbid interest in"). The spinning plates of the Dance are beginning to settle; our focus is narrowing. Here, these three spend an enlightening time in Venice as part of a literary conference, along with a slew of new characters, who provide us with a great deal more discussion of literature and art. In some ways, it is a strange transition for the series to make, especially as we are racing toward its end. Yet art has always been an underlying subject matter of the series and indeed Powell's well-known aesthetic tendencies suggest he sees art appreciation and moral character as inevitable soulmates. (One of the new characters, Tokenhouse, dismisses Widmerpool off hand, recognising that the man has no interest in art "good or bad".) Much is made of the psychological destruction of the late X. Trapnel and the offstage deaths of several other figures from the murky past. But it is the grotesque, vicious, sexually malevolent marriage of Pamela and Widmerpool - sorry, Lord Widmerpool - that makes up the meat of this particular volume.
I know we're supposed to dislike Pamela, and yes she is certainly a negative force in the world of the Dance. But - like Nick at novel's end - I have rather a strong respect for her. Perhaps she has just been doing what she feels is necessary to get by. Perhaps it is merely in the shadow of her husband's self-serving, face-saving villainy, she seems a figure of force rather than evil. Or perhaps I am quite mad. Either way, if Pam's exploits are the subtext of much of the Venice sequence, Widmerpool's dominate the novel's latter sections. Nick (sometimes along with Isobel) attends three functions: a war reunion dinner, a reception at the Soviet Embassy, and a Mozart opera. At each, old friends update him on the growing scandal around Widmerpool's alleged espionage activities, as well as a few other tidbits about characters we have loved or loathed. What is interesting is that Powell indulges more in a technique I wish he had used liberally in the early volumes. Nick - whom Powell often made arrive at, or observe, events despite a slight silliness to his presence - has, throughout the series, often heard reported tales which he recounts to us. But here, he sometimes gets multiple versions, and has to decipher the truth based on his knowledge of the participants, and his knowledges of the biases of those relating the story to us. It is a much more invigorating conceit and - while not unprecedented in the series - would, I feel, have given more weight to the earlier volumes. There have been many ambiguities, of course, oh so many; still I yearn for more.
Trying to rate this novel on a five-star scale seems an exercise in absurdity. As the penultimate volume in a series of staggering worth, Temporary Kings has great power. Every character appearance is now weighted with such history, and the abrupt jump in time (the first time more than a couple of years have passed between books) creates the powerful effect of seeing familiar faces through the disconcerting prism of age. It's a technique Proust makes great use of in his final volume, and I assume Powell will take up the mantle in Hearing Secret Harmonies. If there are flaws, they are only perhaps in a slight lack of "spirit of place". Powell was pushing 70 as he wrote this volume, and had spent the last two decades as an increasingly respected novelist, alternating between his grand home - a literary haven for the well-heeled - and yearly holidays abroad. The late 1950s for him were not fertile grounds for literary material. (And, Hilary Spurling notes in her biography of the author, he was also racing to finish the series lest he should pass away; in the event, Powell would live another quarter-century, unwisely releasing dense volumes of autobiography and diaries that would rather tarnish his image!) Whereas the novels set in the 1920s and 30s, and the War Trilogy, have a vibrant lived-in quality, this volume feels occasionally airless. There are references to the Cold War, of course, and notes of time passing, as when Hugh Moreland suggests that his obituary will not refer to him as "Mr Hugh Moreland since it is no longer the custom to include that salutation. Yet one feels strongly the puppeteer hand of the author, bringing his characters together at conferences and operas, without much sense of how they relate to the world around them. Perhaps it doesn't matter; at this stage, we are so invested in the people themselves that the world-building has drifted away. A New York Times review from 1973 said that, despite the series still being enjoyable for fans, "one goes on reading the “Dance,” feeling rather like a guest enjoying himself at a party after the band has left and the hosts have gone".
I can't say I entirely disagree.
-- Shakespeare, 'Romeo and Juliet'
Time's hand is often a cruel one. For those of us with fond memories of the past, our youth, our joys and ecstasies, it can sometimes be a comfort. Yet every encounter with the past - a nostalgic dinner conversation, an unexpected reunion with a lost acquaintance, the Proustian involuntary memory of the madeleine dipped in tea - runs the risk of tearing down our illusions: revealing the ulterior motives of one we thought had found us attractive, surprising us with a catty remark made behind our backs, or startling with a sympathetic character portrait of someone we had dismissed. (I well recall, in my youth, my first successful audition for a main role on the stage. It was a meaty role alongside brilliant actors, and I was obnoxiously proud to join the company. Years later, I happened to run into an actor acquaintance from that time. He told me - assuming that I knew - that, after the auditions but before contracting me, the director had reached out to him and another actor to see if they were available. He was sharing an amusing coincidence, an alternate-history in which he played the role rather than I. Yet, all I was hearing was the reveal that even though I must have been the best of the auditionees, I was a poor enough performer that the director sought out two outside hires before settling on me due to their lack of availability!)
Temporary Kings takes up this theme on a broad scale - although not at first. More than half of the novel is set in Venice, about a decade after we last saw Jenkins, Widmerpool, Pamela, and their cohort. The ravages of Time have killed off so many of the series' characters, that these are really the only three we still care about (perhaps in the case of the latter two, I should say "have a morbid interest in"). The spinning plates of the Dance are beginning to settle; our focus is narrowing. Here, these three spend an enlightening time in Venice as part of a literary conference, along with a slew of new characters, who provide us with a great deal more discussion of literature and art. In some ways, it is a strange transition for the series to make, especially as we are racing toward its end. Yet art has always been an underlying subject matter of the series and indeed Powell's well-known aesthetic tendencies suggest he sees art appreciation and moral character as inevitable soulmates. (One of the new characters, Tokenhouse, dismisses Widmerpool off hand, recognising that the man has no interest in art "good or bad".) Much is made of the psychological destruction of the late X. Trapnel and the offstage deaths of several other figures from the murky past. But it is the grotesque, vicious, sexually malevolent marriage of Pamela and Widmerpool - sorry, Lord Widmerpool - that makes up the meat of this particular volume.
I know we're supposed to dislike Pamela, and yes she is certainly a negative force in the world of the Dance. But - like Nick at novel's end - I have rather a strong respect for her. Perhaps she has just been doing what she feels is necessary to get by. Perhaps it is merely in the shadow of her husband's self-serving, face-saving villainy, she seems a figure of force rather than evil. Or perhaps I am quite mad. Either way, if Pam's exploits are the subtext of much of the Venice sequence, Widmerpool's dominate the novel's latter sections. Nick (sometimes along with Isobel) attends three functions: a war reunion dinner, a reception at the Soviet Embassy, and a Mozart opera. At each, old friends update him on the growing scandal around Widmerpool's alleged espionage activities, as well as a few other tidbits about characters we have loved or loathed. What is interesting is that Powell indulges more in a technique I wish he had used liberally in the early volumes. Nick - whom Powell often made arrive at, or observe, events despite a slight silliness to his presence - has, throughout the series, often heard reported tales which he recounts to us. But here, he sometimes gets multiple versions, and has to decipher the truth based on his knowledge of the participants, and his knowledges of the biases of those relating the story to us. It is a much more invigorating conceit and - while not unprecedented in the series - would, I feel, have given more weight to the earlier volumes. There have been many ambiguities, of course, oh so many; still I yearn for more.
Trying to rate this novel on a five-star scale seems an exercise in absurdity. As the penultimate volume in a series of staggering worth, Temporary Kings has great power. Every character appearance is now weighted with such history, and the abrupt jump in time (the first time more than a couple of years have passed between books) creates the powerful effect of seeing familiar faces through the disconcerting prism of age. It's a technique Proust makes great use of in his final volume, and I assume Powell will take up the mantle in Hearing Secret Harmonies. If there are flaws, they are only perhaps in a slight lack of "spirit of place". Powell was pushing 70 as he wrote this volume, and had spent the last two decades as an increasingly respected novelist, alternating between his grand home - a literary haven for the well-heeled - and yearly holidays abroad. The late 1950s for him were not fertile grounds for literary material. (And, Hilary Spurling notes in her biography of the author, he was also racing to finish the series lest he should pass away; in the event, Powell would live another quarter-century, unwisely releasing dense volumes of autobiography and diaries that would rather tarnish his image!) Whereas the novels set in the 1920s and 30s, and the War Trilogy, have a vibrant lived-in quality, this volume feels occasionally airless. There are references to the Cold War, of course, and notes of time passing, as when Hugh Moreland suggests that his obituary will not refer to him as "Mr Hugh Moreland since it is no longer the custom to include that salutation. Yet one feels strongly the puppeteer hand of the author, bringing his characters together at conferences and operas, without much sense of how they relate to the world around them. Perhaps it doesn't matter; at this stage, we are so invested in the people themselves that the world-building has drifted away. A New York Times review from 1973 said that, despite the series still being enjoyable for fans, "one goes on reading the “Dance,” feeling rather like a guest enjoying himself at a party after the band has left and the hosts have gone".
I can't say I entirely disagree.
November 12, 2025
As we come to the end of the series I suppose i was expecting some sort of culmination or resolution but that's not been the way of the books thus far (or of real life). As a result I think i may be a little hard on this episode.
The setting and characters seemed a bit unusually chosen by Powell and i didn't realise until towards the end that it had been all building up to perhaps the most dramatic scene of the series thus far. That this scene was recounted by Nick (who wasn't there) from the different tellings of two of his friends was a fascinating way of doing it and worked very well.
The final chapter, in which we hear obliquely about the dramatic end of a major character, was a bit of a tease and i suspect we may not find out any more in book twelve.
So many minor incidents and characters come back to play large roles and i look forward to revisiting the earlier books with the knowledge of what is to come later.
The setting and characters seemed a bit unusually chosen by Powell and i didn't realise until towards the end that it had been all building up to perhaps the most dramatic scene of the series thus far. That this scene was recounted by Nick (who wasn't there) from the different tellings of two of his friends was a fascinating way of doing it and worked very well.
The final chapter, in which we hear obliquely about the dramatic end of a major character, was a bit of a tease and i suspect we may not find out any more in book twelve.
So many minor incidents and characters come back to play large roles and i look forward to revisiting the earlier books with the knowledge of what is to come later.
November 7, 2019
Nick is in his fifties and dwells much on melancholy and nostalgia. I’m feeling sad that there’s only one more volume left.
November 25, 2022
Powell suggests that as we age, life becomes flat and nostalgic. Perhaps that’s why the Dance becomes less comic and more sensationalist.
November 29, 2023
Coming near the end. It is 1958 now. Nick is in Italy for a literature conference. He meets Russell Gwinnett, who is writing a biography of X Trapnel. He is very interested in meeting Pamela Widmerpool.
The next day, they visit the Bragadin Palace which houses a Tiepolo painting of Candaules and Gyges on a ceiling in one of the halls. The subject is King Candaules allowing his guard, Gyges, while hidden behind some drapery, to see his beautiful bride unclothed. Pamela Widmerpool and Louis Glober are lying on a bench gazing up at the painting. It seems Glober is to make a film about Trapnel and Pamela will be the lead. Gwinnet is introduced to Pamela, who is not hostile to him.
The next day, Nick visits Dan Tokenhouse, who was at wone time his employer. Tokenhouse had retired to Venice to paint. He is even more left-wing than he had been earlier in life. They go off to lunch and ruin into Louis Glover and Ada who are interested in seeing Tokenhouse’s work. Back at his apartment, the viewing is interrupted by Widmerpool, who is in a state looking for a Dr. Belkin.
At drinks one night, Pamela says Kenneth is in trouble. Widmerpool is involved in a scandal. He apparently passed on secrets to the Soviet Union, in the name of furthering internationalism.
Nick returns to London and visits Bagshaw. He hears the story of Pamela showing up at his house naked late one night. He attends a military reunion and gets details of Stringham’s death. He sees Sunny Farebrother who is positively gleeful that Widmerpool is in trouble. But the details of the affair are embarrassing for all involved, so it is quietly shelved.
Nick attends a concert where Moreland is conducting a piece. Louis Glober, the Widmerpools, Mrs. Erdleigh and Jimmy Stripling are there.
After the concert, there is a row in the street. Glober punches Widmerpool, breaking his glasses. Nick learns from Gwinnet of Pamela’s death. He visits Moreland on his death bed. He runs into Widmerpool outside Parliament. They have had several encounters earlier in the book, but not talked until now.
Some of the people of Nick’s age have reached the peaks of their careers. It is all downhill from here. Some imploded long ago and now it is just a matter of time. This is a sad book. It is also disjointed. Sexual kinks seem common. Perhaps after the horrors of war, morality is irrelevant now.
Favorite quote:
“One hears about life, all the time, from different people, with very different narrative gifts.“ Page 256.
The next day, they visit the Bragadin Palace which houses a Tiepolo painting of Candaules and Gyges on a ceiling in one of the halls. The subject is King Candaules allowing his guard, Gyges, while hidden behind some drapery, to see his beautiful bride unclothed. Pamela Widmerpool and Louis Glober are lying on a bench gazing up at the painting. It seems Glober is to make a film about Trapnel and Pamela will be the lead. Gwinnet is introduced to Pamela, who is not hostile to him.
The next day, Nick visits Dan Tokenhouse, who was at wone time his employer. Tokenhouse had retired to Venice to paint. He is even more left-wing than he had been earlier in life. They go off to lunch and ruin into Louis Glover and Ada who are interested in seeing Tokenhouse’s work. Back at his apartment, the viewing is interrupted by Widmerpool, who is in a state looking for a Dr. Belkin.
At drinks one night, Pamela says Kenneth is in trouble. Widmerpool is involved in a scandal. He apparently passed on secrets to the Soviet Union, in the name of furthering internationalism.
Nick returns to London and visits Bagshaw. He hears the story of Pamela showing up at his house naked late one night. He attends a military reunion and gets details of Stringham’s death. He sees Sunny Farebrother who is positively gleeful that Widmerpool is in trouble. But the details of the affair are embarrassing for all involved, so it is quietly shelved.
Nick attends a concert where Moreland is conducting a piece. Louis Glober, the Widmerpools, Mrs. Erdleigh and Jimmy Stripling are there.
After the concert, there is a row in the street. Glober punches Widmerpool, breaking his glasses. Nick learns from Gwinnet of Pamela’s death. He visits Moreland on his death bed. He runs into Widmerpool outside Parliament. They have had several encounters earlier in the book, but not talked until now.
Some of the people of Nick’s age have reached the peaks of their careers. It is all downhill from here. Some imploded long ago and now it is just a matter of time. This is a sad book. It is also disjointed. Sexual kinks seem common. Perhaps after the horrors of war, morality is irrelevant now.
Favorite quote:
“One hears about life, all the time, from different people, with very different narrative gifts.“ Page 256.
January 16, 2022
Temporary Kings is the biggest timeline jump so far in this series—picking up in the mid-1950s, around ten years after the previous volume—and you really feel it. Suddenly people are talking very openly about sex and even using occasional bad language. On one hand, this is somewhat fitting with the storyline itself moving into a more modern era. On the other, there's a sense that people likely always talked this way in private, and that the counterculture revolution of the 1960s has merely given Powell more freedom to depict it. In either case, it changes the feel of the book. The older volumes feel more old-fashioned, more historical, while this one feels more contemporary. It's also slightly more plot-driven, as we follow Widermerpool's political scandal and finally learn the truth about several characters' dirtier secrets.
For me, the most affecting part of the novel was the Moreland storyline. He and Nick rekindle their friendship, but Moreland is terminally ill and their reunion can't last long:
"That morning was the last time I saw Moreland. It was also the last time I had, with anyone, the sort of talk we used to have together."
There's such sadness in that line, not only in the loss, but in the allusion to the near-impossibility of cultivating close friendship as you get older. Nick is only in his 50s in this novel, but it's not unbelievable that he would go the rest of his life without making another connection like the one he had with Moreland.
For me, the most affecting part of the novel was the Moreland storyline. He and Nick rekindle their friendship, but Moreland is terminally ill and their reunion can't last long:
"That morning was the last time I saw Moreland. It was also the last time I had, with anyone, the sort of talk we used to have together."
There's such sadness in that line, not only in the loss, but in the allusion to the near-impossibility of cultivating close friendship as you get older. Nick is only in his 50s in this novel, but it's not unbelievable that he would go the rest of his life without making another connection like the one he had with Moreland.
July 22, 2024
I’m getting sadder and sadder that I’ve nearly come to the end of this series - although my habit of trying to draw it out means that I have to do a lot of back research into characters every time I pick it up again.. This has the definite feel of an era coming to a close and the changing of the guard as its characters age (although they are still only in their fifties!). Nostalgia abounds (Moreland suspects he will die of it) and we start to see more of the character arcs come to a close. It’s also more obviously risqué than the books before it - maybe an indication of the changing mores since Powell had started writing the series in 1951. It’s not in the least bit plot driven, but if ever I feel jaded with what I have read recently this is exactly the thing to pick up.
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