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A review by clambook
The Powers: A Novel by Valerie Sayers
4.0
It's been almost 20 years since Sayers's last novel. I've always liked her Due East novels, and since her last she's become a respected professor at Notre Dame. The themes are still independent young women finding their way through thickets of difficult relatives, young love and the Catholic Church. She sometimes writes beautifully, as in this riff ...
".... She doesn't know if she is standing or sitting or falling head over heels onto the miniature toy diamond at Ebbets Field, Brooklyn, borough of Jews and coloreds, borough of the aged, the infirm, and the lonely, borough of weeping young mothers. Borough of the slippery, the nefarious, the smug, the wicked. Borough of the bewitched and the smitten, borough of Pete Reiser and Pee Wee Reese, borough of the living, the dead, the haunted. Borough of those who wait for war to begin, for the Dodgers to win. Borough of those who float, as Babe O'Leary does now, in some mist that cannot decide whether to settle in one world or the next."
".... She doesn't know if she is standing or sitting or falling head over heels onto the miniature toy diamond at Ebbets Field, Brooklyn, borough of Jews and coloreds, borough of the aged, the infirm, and the lonely, borough of weeping young mothers. Borough of the slippery, the nefarious, the smug, the wicked. Borough of the bewitched and the smitten, borough of Pete Reiser and Pee Wee Reese, borough of the living, the dead, the haunted. Borough of those who wait for war to begin, for the Dodgers to win. Borough of those who float, as Babe O'Leary does now, in some mist that cannot decide whether to settle in one world or the next."