Cover illustration by
Harry Bennett
Betsy Stockwell had
been taught in nurse’s training to maintain an impersonal attitude toward her
patient. Only then could a nurse do her job efficiently. But when the patient
was your own father, though, how could you be anything but deeply, personally
involved? For Betsy’s father, the beloved Dr. Cal, had had a heart attack and
after his treatment in the hospital it would be up to Betsy to see that he made
a full recovery. Postponing her plans to marry young Doctor Paul Norbert, Betsy
accompanies her father to Florida. They are met by a handsome young doctor who
practices medicine with a cool competence that both amazes and infuriates
Betsy. What is a man like Mark Everett doing in this Florida wilderness? As
Betsy begins to learn the answer, she finds that her interest is more than a
professional one …
GRADE: A-
BEST QUOTES:
“Funny thing, how all you fellows beat your brains out and
wear yourselves to a nub, trying to heal the human race of ills it’s not a bit
anxious to lose. So why? The whole world’s about to go boom any day, so why bother to keep people strong and healthy?”
“A really top-notch nurse is half the battle in any
operation.”
REVIEW:
In the first chapter, Nurse Betsy Stockwell is desperately
in love with Dr. Paul Norbert, and they are planning to marry in a few months
and move to northern Georgia, where Paul will become a small-town GP in order
to pay off a school loan. But then Betsy’s father, surgeon Cal Stockwell, drops
of a heart attack after finishing a complex kidney transplant, and has to go
somewhere dull for six months to recover, and Betsy insists on going with him.
Her separation from Paul is all devotion and sorrow: “I love you very much and
couldn’t be untrue to you, ever, not even if I took lessons and tried for years
and years,” Paul swears; for her part, Betsy vows, “It’s like that with me,
forever and ever and until the day after!”
You’ll never guess what happens next. Upon arrival at Blue
Heron Cay, Betsy meets Dr. Mark Everett, and the pair takes an instant and deep
dislike to each other. This is, of course, a standard VNRN device, but to her
credit, Ms. Gaddis meets this head-on. “Love and hate are such terribly strong
emotions and only a hair’s breadth separates them,” explains Donna Pruitt, a
young hussy who brazenly chases Mark, “and quite often when you think you hate
somebody to pieces, you wake up some
morning and realize you don’t hate him at all. In fact, you’re nuts about him!”
(Betsy responds that it will be a cold day in hell when this happens, and Donna
says what we’re all thinking—“Famous last words!”)
Betsy attempts to take Donna under her wing and educate the
poor misinformed lass about the proper way to win a man: “You can’t win a man
by pursuing him that way. Keep him guessing!” she says. Betsy belabors this
philosophy through several chapters and repeated sermons: “I think you’re
scaring the poor man half to death, going after him as shamelessly as you are.
I have a hunch that he’s a man who likes to do the pursuing.” Donna remains
blithely unmoved, and it is only Betsy who squirms as Donna links her arm
through Mark’s.
Then the advertised hurricane strikes, and Betsy and Mark
work tirelessly to operate on a four-year-old girl. In their fatigue afterward,
Mark holds Betsy’s hand and calls her darling,
but surely that’s the lateness of the hour talking! No, Mark insists, they’re
in love and must marry, he says the following morning on the beach after the
storm has blown itself out. Betsy trots out the specter of Paul, who is no
longer described in the adulatory terms we’ve grown accustomed to. Now it’s all
obligation: “Paul was counting on her. Depending on her,” she thinks. “She had
given Paul her word, and she would live up to it as selflessly and surely as
she had lived up to the Florence Nightingale oath.” Again, Ms. Gaddis seizes
this metaphoric bull by the horns. “None of which is worth a damn, if you’re
not in love with him,” Mark declares. “No man wants a wife who is secretly in
love with another man. To go on with your marriage to him would be a wicked,
outrageous thing.” But before he has time to carry the point with another
smooch, who pulls up to the beach in a battered boat but Donna, and when Mark
helps the petrified seadog ashore, Betsy is inanely convinced that Mark will
marry Donna.
Suddenly Dr. Cal is well enough to leave the island, and
Betsy bravely marches back to her job at the hospital, “as though she was
walking toward some dreary future.” But she needn’t worry—before too long she
catches Paul in the diet kitchen with another woman! She declares herself
relieved to be free of Paul, but is still convinced that Mark is going to marry
Donna, based on absolutely no evidence apart from Donna’s dogged ambition. Then
Donna shows up in Atlanta, shopping for her bridal trousseau: She’s engaged,
but—get this—to another man! Now,
however, all Betsy’s lectures to Donna about “chasing” men come back to haunt
her, and she tells her father that it would be “too humiliating” to tell Mark
that she wants to marry him, after all. Furthermore, “her sense of duty” to a
patient she is specialing, a wealthy teenager recovering from a drunk-driving
accident, now makes it impossible to visit Mark; why she can’t telephone or
write a letter is not explained.
But one evening she discovers that the old watchman has
allowed her patient’s friends to sneak into the hospital. Totally out of
character, Betsy explodes, telling Larry not just that she will have the
watchman fired though he is unlikely to ever find another job again, given his
advanced age and ignominious behavior, but also that the young father and
husband that Larry smashed into was burned to death in the accident, a little
fact that Larry’s parents had meant to keep from him. Larry becomes hysterical,
and Betsy, with “icy coolness,” “without remorse that she had told him the
truth,” shoots him up with a sedative that knocks him out for the rest of her
night shift. “She was still blazingly angry at those spoiled brats who broke laws
for thrills,” we are told, as if this somehow justifies her brutality. The next
morning Larry’s mother lets Betsy go, but for reasons unrelated to her shocking
unprofessionalism. This frees Betsy to fly to Blue Heron Cay, where she finds
Mark roaming the beach and confesses, “I’m a shameless woman! I’m pursuing you
relentlessly!” She tells him that “as soon as I could get myself fired by the
patient I was tending, I came straight down here,” as if her scene with Larry
was a deliberate, manipulative act meant to free her from her own
responsibilities. Now, she decides, “from that moment on she would do whatever
was his will.” I wonder what she will do when she decides that obligation is no longer convenient.
I was quite pleased with this book up until Betsy’s sudden
transformation into a brutal enforcer of punishment to rule-breakers, even more
troublesome when juxtaposed with her own “joyous” flouting of a social “rule” that
she herself has repeatedly beaten Donna with. Betsy undergoes no reflection on
her past attitudes that indicates any growth of character or explains such
hypocrisy, and the scene of her unapologetically abusing Larry is actually
shocking, offering nothing to the plot but a puzzling glimpse of cruelty in our
heroine.
Until this point, however, this is a crackerjack book. We
get sparkling characters like the quintessential sassy girlfriend, and Mark is
a self-assured hero whose initial dislike of Betsy stems from her own snobbery
of the island, not from the author’s wish to make him an ass one minute and
devilishly attractive the next. The writing offers a self-awareness that is
unusual in a VNRN and a welcome change, and we regularly meet enjoyable
passages such as, “The boat moved like an elderly lady after a day’s hard
shopping, determined to get home but not seeing the necessity of hurrying too much
lest she wreck her dignity.” I will even dare to say that I found Mark and
Betsy’s crucial scenes to be exciting, which is an extreme rarity in this
genre. So though it has a serious flaw in the end, I can still heartily endorse
this book as one of Ms. Gaddis’ best.
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