Arctic Nurse

By Elizabeth Gilzean, ©1963

Staff Nurse Sharon Lindsay’s crusading zeal lands her in trouble at St. Mary’s Hospital—and her sudden departure for a nursing post in the Arctic seems too much of a coincidence. Though she longs to prove her worth, Sharon is bewildered by conditions in a land of ice and snow, where the greatest heat is generated by her clashes with Doctor Ross Clarke—that unbearably rude man who insists on believing the worst of her!

GRADE: B-

BEST QUOTES:
“I think I’ll find myself a nice long illness so you can nurse me. How about it?” 

“A pretty face is something of a treat.”

REVIEW:
Nurse Sharon Lindsay, who has always fought against unfairness since she was a small child, has gotten herself into hot water by attending a rally in Trafalgar Square organized by the unions, who are pushing for better pay for nurses. “It wasn’t that she had taken up nursing for the money attached to it,  but when it came to getting less in her pay packet than the ward maid did—well, it hurt one’s pride.” She should also be fighting against a system that dictates what she is allowed to do in her allegedly free time, but that’s a cause for another day, because after a scolding from the Matron, Sharon is sentenced to a month of night duty. 

That same evening, she attends a lecture about life in the far north, and when she comes home, she has signed up for a year’s tour of duty in the Arctic—so much for standing up for unfairness. Soon she’s on the plane, landing on Baffin Island in the Canadian territory Nunavut. There she meets the grumpiest jerk in the entire Arctic Circle, Dr. Ross Clarke, who starts out being a complete dick and never relents until the final chapters. “You’re not only a nuisance but a menace! I suppose you’re hoping to overwhelm us northern types with your glamour. You’re wasting your time, I can tell you,” he says at their first meeting, and pretty much everything else he says to Sharon is more of the same.

When Sharon arrives at Cape Mercy, where she is to be working, it turns out that there is only a first aid station, where patients are few and far between, and those that they get usually only stop over briefly on their way to get real medical care further south. Ella Emerson, wife of the local missionary and mother to six living children—one died of polio—divulges that they wanted a nurse to deliver babies (Sharon has had no experience with that) and because “if you must really know, I got desperate for another woman to talk to.” So in her time in the Arctic Sharon does very little nursing, as the two Inuit (called Eskimo in the book) patients seem to largely care for themselves in the week or two they are in residence, with few visits from doctor or nurse.

Of course, social entanglements abound. The young daughter of the French-Canadian mine boss, Ariel, is furiously jealous of Sharon the minute she arrives, as she is apparently worried that the scathing Ross might be lured away by Sharon’s bumbling ignorance. But it’s Ariel’s widower father, Marcel, who puts the moves on, and the book takes the curious attitude that women should know how to fend off gropers. “Hasn’t anyone taught you how to keep a man like that at a distance?” Ella asks after rescuing Sharon from being “pawed.” Then Sharon’s ex-boyfriend, Dr. Alistair Gaskell, who was never actually told that he’s an ex, shows up, complicating Sharon’s life further.

One of the problems with this book is that Sharon falls in love with one of the most horrid characters I’ve met in a VNRN, a man who is incessantly rude up to the page where he kisses and proposes at the same time. When Sharon tells him, “We don’t really know one another yet,” he answers, “Not know one another yet? When I’ve had you in my thoughts ever since you arrived!” as if that is in any way relevant—and then he spends the next few weeks deliberately keeping away from her, which is apparently supposed to spur her affections or deepen their relationship in some way.

The other problem, one that should not be difficult to anticipate, is the racism toward the Inuit characters. One young man, Itsawik, is the product of “a charming Eskimo custom,” in which “if an Eskimo thinks very highly of a friend, whether he’s another Eskimo or a white man for that matter, he will lend him his wife,” and now Itsawik, being half white and half Inuit, “had failed to find a place in either of his worlds”—though it is confessed that the white population won’t accept him as an equal. I will, therefore, be making a donation to Tungasuvvingat Inuit, a nonprofit service provider for Inuit people in Ontario, in a small attempt to atone for the sins of this book, or at least mine in publicizing it.

The upside to this book is that as far as armchair travel goes, it is outstanding. Elizabeth Gilzean was born in Quebec and grew up in British Columbia, qualifying as a nurse at age 21 and working in Canada before moving to England and also working there as a nurse, while beginning to write romance novels in 1958 at age 45. I have to wonder if she herself didn’t spend some time working as a nurse in the Arctic Circle, the depictions of life and the world there are so detailed. It must be confessed that the six books of hers that I have read have earned her a C+ average, though she is capable of some excellent writing, as in Doctor Sara Comes Home and Next Patient, Doctor Anne. If this book is problematic in some ways, it also is not a complete loss, even if the cover absolutely is.