By Jane Converse,
©1971
Cover illustration by
Robert Abbett
Diane
Whitley was reluctant to leave her nursing job at Greenhaven Memorial for a
position at a strange clinic in the New
Mexico desert. But the promise of an exciting new
medical discovery and the possibility of a new romance made the trip seem very
appealing. Yet the moment she arrived at Hollingsworth Clinic she felt a vague
sense of uneasiness. At first she thought she was just being foolish. Dr.
Darryl Hollingsworth was a dedicated man and his handsome assistant was an
earnest medical student. It wasn’t until she found herself falling in love that
she realized how foolish she really was—and how easily a mirage of happiness
could become a well of heartbreak … and terror …
GRADE: C-
BEST QUOTES:
“He remembered that he hadn’t told Diane that he
loved her. ‘I don’t have to say it, though, do I?’ ”
REVIEW:
When
we first meet Diane Whitley, RN, she is serving her best friend, Polly Cravelle
Richards, a dish of cherry Jell-O unadorned by even a dollop of Cool-Whip.
Diane has taken a pause in her jet-set life to attempt to persuade Diane to
leave her dull, dull life in Newark —“there
isn’t one single, eligible male on the staff at the hospital. Not one!” Diane
complains—to come work at a clinic where a revolutionary doctor has found a
cure for cancer. Dr. Darryl Hollingsworth has discovered a medication,
Tychorodryn, but despite his miraculous results, he has been dismissed by the
medical community at large. Her advocacy on behalf of the Hollingsworth Clinic
has a personal note: Her dear wealthy father has come down with a “terminal”
case of cancer, but has personally benefitted from the magic touch of Dr.
Hollingsworth and is “pepped up like a teen-ager.” In gratitude, Dad is about
to bestow a huge chunk of his fortune on the good doctor, and Polly is crisscrossing
the country to drum up further support amongst the family’s close (also rich)
friends.
You
won’t be shocked to learn that Diane agrees to visit the doctor’s hospital in
remote New Mexico, no doubt encouraged by Polly’s description of Steve Bates, a
medical student on leave for financial reasons: “He’s unmarried, and all of the
aides are over forty. You have clear sailing.” And you also won’t be shocked to
learn that Diane and Steve quickly tumble for each other, and Diane agrees to
stay on full-time. She quickly falls under the thrall of Dr. Hollingsworth, as
she sees all his patients growing pink and energetic under his care, and begins
to quarrel more with Steve, who is rightly suspicious of the whole situation
and is investigating Dr. Hollingsworth on the side.
Before
long, Diane finds herself alone on the night shift when Dr. Hollingsworth
stumbles in, smelling of bourbon, and grabs her for “a smothering kiss.” This
is especially awkward because Polly has told her that she herself is in love
with Dr. Hollingsworth. Though Diane is quite clear about her disinterest in
the doctor, Steve suddenly turns quite frosty. And despite her repeated
rebuffs, Dr. Hollingsworth continues to grab her behind closed doors before she
can shove him off—sexual harassment, anyone?—and it isn’t long before Polly
catches him putting the moves on Diane. Though Diane becomes increasingly
concerned about the fact that the patients seem to be sleeping an awful lot,
she still argues with Steve every time they cross paths, making for page after
page of detailed discussion about the many, many problems with Dr.
Hollingsworth’s story and treatment, and Diane’s increasingly thin defense of
same. Her professed inner doubts make her continued justification of the doctor
even more aggravating.
Eventually,
though, Steve has one too many arguments with Dr. Hollingsworth and leaves the
medical facility. Diane soon decides that she should leave as well—but it takes
her quite a while to get around to it, given all the sick patients who need her
care and her paranoid feeling that she can’t tell anyone that she’s going, lest
they try to keep her prisoner. As she’s sneaking out of the hospital at 11 pm,
she unfortunately encounters Dr. Hollingsworth, and starts babbling that she’s
going on a date and taking some clothes to a friend who’s helping out a poor
Indian family—but the doctor cuts her off and starts doing some babbling of his
own, about how he’s converted all his money into Mexican bonds or stashed it in
a Swiss bank, and is planning on moving his practice across the border, and
darling, won’t you come with me? “Don’t disappoint me, darling,” he says,
grabbing her again—you’d think she’d know what’s coming by now and just run
when she sees him coming. car pulls into
the nearby parking lot, but rather than scream, she tells him to let her go or
she will scream. Naturally he slaps a
firm hand across her mouth and drags her into the hospital, but she’s
eventually able to jerk free and scream and run into Steve’s arms.
Dr.
Hollingsworth naturally gets what he has coming—he’s shot to death by his
long-suffering secretary—and Diane gets her man, too, who curiously proposed by
suggesting that instead of accepting a loan from Polly, “I’d rather be
supported by an R.N. who’s silly enough to go back to work … put me through
school.” How could she say no?
It’s
a hackneyed story made all the more irritating by our heroine’s stupid
inability to see the obvious, though she herself has doubts all along. The
endless pages of back and forth about whether Dr. Hollingsworth’s treatment is
for real quickly become monotonous; it’s a short story, and not a very good
one, stretched into a novel. The writing is perfunctory and the entire
situation is baffling, and I am baffled as to why anyone should read this book.