World War II ends and Powell says absolutely nothing about it. She is more interested in the sequel to “My Home Is Far Away,” which she will never complete. In September, her beloved cat, Perkins (named for Max), dies, inspiring one of the most passages in her diaries.
Powell’s complete and unedited eulogy for her cat Perkins.
Powell found it helpful to leave town when finishing a book. The Hotel Traymore in Atlantic City, now demolished, was a favorite hideaway.