Hard- and sorry- realism, in the story of Frankie McCoy, perpetual incorrigble, with a smarty cynicism and assurance. He...

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Hard- and sorry- realism, in the story of Frankie McCoy, perpetual incorrigble, with a smarty cynicism and assurance. He plays the races- runs around with the girls -- and really loves Margie. But when he finds he doesn't like the army and decides to best the system and come back to Margie, she will have none of him. Hiding out, betting on the races again, Frankie's luck turns, he goes badly into debt, has a cheap affair with a pickup which ends in an angry rape and' her murder. Again he tries to see Margie, only to find that she has turned him in, and in a last attempt to escape, he is killed...A rather able but unsavory portrait of a heel -- against the setting of Australia. While there's merit in the writing, one questions the market.

Pub Date: Sept. 8, 1947

ISBN: N/A

Page Count: -

Publisher: Scribner

Review Posted Online: N/A

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Sept. 1, 1947

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