HOLD MY HAND I'M DYING by John Gordon Davis

HOLD MY HAND I'M DYING

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KIRKUS REVIEW

Sad because it's dying. A great chunk of Africa is dying"" and in this great chunk of a book bemoaning its transition from the kraal to the Kremlin is one Joe Mahoney, who works in the Native Department of the Southern Rhodesia Government and goes out on the High Court Circuit. Holding his hand on and off through some six or seven years is Suzie, who wants to marry him and settle down although Joe, really hung up tight, is always ready but never quite ready enough. Through a succession of rifts and reconciliations she tries to leave him, Joe tries to leave Africa and keeps coming back, and at the end cannot divorce himself from its fate while it is Suzie who will be the ultimate casualty in an insurgent native outbreak. . . . In its UhuRuarkian fashion, some thunderous violence in the bush, a high fluid intake of gin slings and beer, and a good deal of liquescent sex.

Pub Date: Oct. 1st, 1968
Publisher: McGraw-Hill