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Sangaree
A Novel. In near fine condition, clean and unmarked. A very nice vintage collector's item. 1st Thus. Number #75-1240. Originally 75 cents.
- GenresHistorical Fiction
314 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 1948
About the author
Frank G. Slaughter
461 books82 followersFrank Gill Slaughter , pen-name Frank G. Slaughter, pseudonym C.V. Terry, was an American novelist and physician whose books sold more than 60 million copies. His novels drew on his own experience as a doctor and his interest in history and the Bible. Through his novels, he often introduced readers to new findings in medical research and new medical technologies.
Slaughter was born in Washington, D.C., the son of Stephen Lucious Slaughter and Sarah "Sallie" Nicholson Gill. When he was about five years old, his family moved to a farm near Berea, North Carolina, which is west of Oxford, North Carolina. He earned a bachelor's degree from Trinity College (now Duke University) at 17 and went to medical school at Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore, Maryland. He began writing fiction in 1935 while a physician at Riverside Hospital in Jacksonville, Florida.
Books by Slaughter include The Purple Quest, Surgeon, U.S.A., Epidemic! , Tomorrow's Miracle and The Scarlet Cord. Slaughter died May 17, 2001 in Jacksonville, Florida.
Slaughter was born in Washington, D.C., the son of Stephen Lucious Slaughter and Sarah "Sallie" Nicholson Gill. When he was about five years old, his family moved to a farm near Berea, North Carolina, which is west of Oxford, North Carolina. He earned a bachelor's degree from Trinity College (now Duke University) at 17 and went to medical school at Johns Hopkins University in Baltimore, Maryland. He began writing fiction in 1935 while a physician at Riverside Hospital in Jacksonville, Florida.
Books by Slaughter include The Purple Quest, Surgeon, U.S.A., Epidemic! , Tomorrow's Miracle and The Scarlet Cord. Slaughter died May 17, 2001 in Jacksonville, Florida.
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October 28, 2020
Rating: 2.5* of five
Ye gawds. The writing is...it's...to call it wooden is to make a calumny against trees. Clunk clank bang thud boom.
The story! The story, my friends, is LU. RID. Nancy Darby is a Minx with a capital Slut. Martha Darby is a severely bored wife of a husband who, today, would be called gay as a May morning. They pursue our hero into next week, desiring the plank, I mean man, in ways I simply don't see justified in the text. It's just, well, it's a bit on the countercultural side for 1948 when it was published but today is uncomfortably sexist. How things change in 70 years. What also changed, and *not* for the better, is the climate of Utopian socialism that Slaughter imbues the proceedings with. Sangaree, the plantation, is run a lot like a worker's co-operative under Dr. Tobias Kent. That bit I don't relish leaving behind.
The book is so very, very dated that I'd say don't read it unless you're wondering what set your grandma's heart aflutter.
BUT. Well now, but! There is a 1953 Technicolor 3-D film that is waaaaaaaay trippy. I do not imagine anyone will believe me when I say that this film is brown-washed. Fernando Lamas was cast in the Dr. Kent role. A Spanish-accented hunkalicious Argentinian married to the red-headed all-Murrikin film star Arlene Dahl stars in this "epic," and somehow we're expected to believe that Revolutionary era Georgia would've accepted Dr. Carlos Morales as a plantation owner despite the hated and feared Spanish being 100 miles away in Spanish Florida; theater-goers of 1953 were uninterested despite the unusual reversal of white-washing, though. The audiences went to see Lamas half-naked and in seriously tight pants. Diverting, I admit, but not anything like enough to make watching the film more than moderately amusing. So on the whole the entire enterprise gets that two-and-a-half stars on chutzpah alone. Talent and quality? M.I.A.
Ye gawds. The writing is...it's...to call it wooden is to make a calumny against trees. Clunk clank bang thud boom.
The story! The story, my friends, is LU. RID. Nancy Darby is a Minx with a capital Slut. Martha Darby is a severely bored wife of a husband who, today, would be called gay as a May morning. They pursue our hero into next week, desiring the plank, I mean man, in ways I simply don't see justified in the text. It's just, well, it's a bit on the countercultural side for 1948 when it was published but today is uncomfortably sexist. How things change in 70 years. What also changed, and *not* for the better, is the climate of Utopian socialism that Slaughter imbues the proceedings with. Sangaree, the plantation, is run a lot like a worker's co-operative under Dr. Tobias Kent. That bit I don't relish leaving behind.
The book is so very, very dated that I'd say don't read it unless you're wondering what set your grandma's heart aflutter.
BUT. Well now, but! There is a 1953 Technicolor 3-D film that is waaaaaaaay trippy. I do not imagine anyone will believe me when I say that this film is brown-washed. Fernando Lamas was cast in the Dr. Kent role. A Spanish-accented hunkalicious Argentinian married to the red-headed all-Murrikin film star Arlene Dahl stars in this "epic," and somehow we're expected to believe that Revolutionary era Georgia would've accepted Dr. Carlos Morales as a plantation owner despite the hated and feared Spanish being 100 miles away in Spanish Florida; theater-goers of 1953 were uninterested despite the unusual reversal of white-washing, though. The audiences went to see Lamas half-naked and in seriously tight pants. Diverting, I admit, but not anything like enough to make watching the film more than moderately amusing. So on the whole the entire enterprise gets that two-and-a-half stars on chutzpah alone. Talent and quality? M.I.A.
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