Starring Suzanne Carteret, R.N.

By Diane Frazer
(pseud. Dorothy Fletcher), ©1966
Cover illustration by Harry Bennett

When, almost by chance, Suzanne Carteret was summoned as a consultant on a television series devoted to nursing, it seemed to her a wildly exciting prospect. The entertainment world was a madly glamorous one and she was eager to penetrate it. But it proved far different from what she had imagined. Soon she found herself sucked into a vortex that threatened to carry her far over her head. Things began happening more quickly than she had ever imagined possible, and for a moment it even began to look as if she might be swept into a whole new career. Would it turn her head? Could she abandon nursing, for which she felt such a genuine vocation? And what about young Doctor Clive, with whom she had thought herself in love? The decision was hers. Or was it? Everything moved with a rapidity that made her feel sometimes that she no longer had any control over her life!

GRADE: B+

BEST QUOTES:
“Never buy a sling chair, Ted. I found bones where I never knew I had them before.” 

REVIEW:
Picking up a book written by Dorothy Fletcher, here under her usual pseudonym, gives me a little frisson of excitement. Maybe it’s the Harry Bennett cover illustration—he seems to have done most of her books—a little cutting edge, a little weird. Maybe it’s anticipating the saucy repartee that will inevitably sparkle from the yellowed pages. Maybe it’s meeting another independent, strong woman who knows her mind, most of the time anyway, who will be a treat to spend time with. Here we have all that—and if the plot isn’t Ms. Fletcher’s finest, well, you know it’s still worth the hours. 

Suzanne Carteret, R.N., is our nurse heroine. She works on the neurology floor for a Manhattan hospital, so it’s not clear why she and neurosurgery intern Dr. David Clive care for so few neurology patients. But who cares? She and her feisty roommate Dorcas double date with David and his intern friend Pete, going out for spumoni and beer on Saturday nights, and why not? They’re poor, so they can’t afford Sardi’s. But in the first chapter, Suzanne meets a man who can, Ted Binghamton, an associate producer for a new TV show, “Women in White.” It’s about nurses, and when he and a few of the actors come to the hospital to learn a few things about it on background, Suzanne shows them around. By the end of the hour, Ted is smitten. He calls her up and asks her out, and wouldn’t you know it, he’s caught her at a time when she’s feeling a little disenchanted with her beloved.

David Clive is a kind, compassionate, hard-working young intern, putting in tons of hours and breaking dates at times because he’s offered to scrub a case that’s unexpectedly going to the OR late. But gosh, all he talks about is the hospital, and medicine, and patients! Even on their one big splurge date, when “she wanted to talk idly and dream,” he doesn’t. “Let’s not talk about the hospital, she silently adjured him. Oh, David, forget about the hospital for once. Talk to me. Just to me, please.” But she forgets to speak the words aloud, and when he doesn’t read her mind, she snaps at him, and they have a little fight. Then she starts noticing that he does seem to have a one-track conversation every time they’re out. “There they sat, David and Pete, absorbed in abstractions, oblivious to herself and Dorcas, oblivious to the passing scene. Beyond lay the world, and the world was more than medicine. The world was light and laughter and gaiety and frivolity. When you were twenty-three years old, as she and Dorcas were, laughter and frivolity were things you wanted. Things she wanted, and wanted badly.” Unfortunately she doesn’t get them with David, nice as he is.

So she agrees to go out with Ted, and he takes her to Sardi’s! He invites her to the TV studio, and there she befriends a young actress, Virginia Clegg, who is on her last dime, and if she doesn’t do well with this role, her dream of acting is over! Unfortunately, the aging actress on the show has got it in her head that Suzanne should play the part instead of Virginia. The back cover blurb notwithstanding, Suzanne has almost no interest in becoming an actress, and repeatedly rebuffs the idea. But she does keep saying yes to Ted, who keeps asking her out on fabulous dates. We know that seeing multiple people isn’t really wrong in this era—men who are engaged are constantly kissing and even grabbing other women in vintage nurse romance novels—but she hasn’t told David that she’s dating Ted, and she’s wondering if maybe Ted is more interesting than David.

I think that’s really all I can say about the plot, which as I hinted above is not very complicated, without giving away the story. But it’s still a good story, replete with Fletcher’s trademark witty dialogue, and in addition it is also an homage to being a young woman loose in Manhattan, with lovely passages describing the streets and the passersby in the park and how it all makes you feel alive. It’s clear Dorothy Fletcher did love New York; she lived there from her early 20s until she married in her late 40s and moved to Florida. If we never get to experience life in the city for ourselves firsthand, we’re lucky we have Dorothy to show it to us, and I’m only sorry that of the 16 nurse novels Dorothy wrote, I have only two left.