THE CRAIGSHAW CURSE by Jean Francis Webb


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Volatilizing like eau de cologne, this impulsive enterprise is a mongrel form of Gothic scurrying from a Southern mansion to a gazebo to a gingerbread cottage. It also places a Scotch laird's curse on the surviving member of an old family, one Constance Craigshaw who is a high diplomat at the U.N. of all places. Then there's her first husband in a wheelchair, an Ambassador/lover who had drowned, a doctor with a mastiff, and a solicitous young secretary. A hectic script to justify the high color (tangerine linen dresses; tangerine sherbet) and the magnolias are more memorable than ever -- one stands ""like an aging lady caught before her toilet.

Pub Date: Oct. 18th, 1968
Publisher: Meredith