THANKS FOR THE RUBIES, NOW PLEASE PASS THE MOON by Jill Schary

THANKS FOR THE RUBIES, NOW PLEASE PASS THE MOON

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KIRKUS REVIEW

A satirical fantasy which, if one can overcome a faint distaste at the easy exploitation of the over-exposed model as generating principal -- a former ultimate widow, here the wealthy Mrs. Osiris -- is intermittently diverting. ""The sky was split with crystal lightning on the night I was born. . ."" begins the memoirs of Leonora Lafayette Glendower Osiris written before her execution as non-cooperative Queen of the Moon in the Exis era. But then, the Glendower clan, Good Sports all, considered her to be a Bad Sport. Edited with acerbic commentary by cousin Vincent, the memoirs recall fulfilling moments: the gown for her wedding to Braden Glendower made by a ""tiny colored -- c'est a dire Black -- lady""; the Reconstruction (i.e. of the White House) after the public ""graciously acclaimed Braden as its President""; and then some time after the assassination, marriage to mysteriously aged Osiris who gave her the moon. But Braden's long lost brother Far, he of the (real) Golden Hands, shimmers into being here and there and finally brings in the new era of Exis when even Leonora in her Moondom is forced to eat a nutritious paste called Bio-fix and contemplate other grey equities not fit for a Queen. Along the way, from ""crystal lightning"" to a splendid execution, Leonora remembers love's delights of startling variety. Moondust on a witchy trip.

Pub Date: Feb. 14th, 1971
Publisher: Dial