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The Hampton Women

By (author) Julie Ellis
Format: Paperback
Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers, London, United Kingdom
Imprint: Grafton
Published: 6th Feb 1992
Dimensions: w 112mm h 178mm
Weight: 292g
ISBN-10: 0586210482
ISBN-13: 9780586210482
Barcode No: 9780586210482

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By the author of The Hampton Heritage (1978) and Savage Oaks (1977) - another Hamptons-of-Georgia crockpot, this one on automatic interface with America's newsreels from 1913 to the Armistice. Number One Hampton Woman is Caroline, beautifully running the family cotton mill (with distant cousin Andrew, 43 and a bachelor, as superintendent) while handsome husband Eric (an enlightened pacifist determined to run for congress) goes largely ignored. So Eric seeks comfort elsewhere - especially with lovely journalist Serena Mayo - and Caroline retaliates by having one brief amour with Victor Adams, the clever doctor who's been treating her seriously unhinged little son. But when Eric (who's already been at the Hague peace conference and at Veracruz just in time for the American invasion) nearly washes out on the Lusitania, Caroline comes to her senses. . . and to Washington, just in time to hear Wilson's "safe for democracy" speech. Hampton Woman Two is Maureen Vauben, a low-born New Orleans gal who schemes big and nets bachelor Andrew (see above) - but she eventually turns sunny-side up, risking her life to bear Andrew's child as well as helping Caroline to outwit a scroundrelly mill owner. And H.W. Number Three is Liz, Caroline's daughter - who falls deeply in love with physics professor David Kahn and is kidnapped by bigot vigilantes riding the crest of anti-Semitism surrounding the Leo Frank trial. David saves Liz, marches off to war, is killed; and Liz, mad with grief, entertains the troops in back bedrooms until she finally turns to Dr. Victor - who loves her with Caroline's blessing. One Two Three. Fiddle-dee-dee. More of the routine same. (Kirkus Reviews)