ELEPHANT GRASS by Jack Denton Scott


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The grass can hide an elephant. . . or a wounded tiger. And it does both in this atmospheric, intense novel set in India at the scene of a big game hunt. The author, previously a non-fiction nature writer, has some excellent close-ups of the jungle here. Unfortunately his characters are about as subtle as a water buffalo. There's Ram, chief guide and gunman for an organization ""Shikars and Shooting,"" with a love for the wilderness and a naturalist's instinct; Tain, the multimillionaire, an arrogant little bastard who tries to increase his stature with each trophy; Tain's doctor, who accompanies Tain mainly because of Tain's secretary, Elissa Sergel, who will fall in love with Ram and his country. And there's Marthe Layton, a Peace Corp worker who is in love with violence. Before the hunt is over, Tain will have broken most of the rules of the camp, been responsible for the deaths of two men and finally faced poetic justice in the elephant grass. But the landscape is beautifully defined and the action is climactic enough for any armchair shikari.

Pub Date: April 23rd, 1969
Publisher: Harcourt, Brace & World