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270 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1959
“Oh don't be pompous and gloomy,darling," chided Amalfi. "There are thousands of places just as lovely as this. And as peaceful."
"That's where you are wrong," said Tyson,leaning his elbows on the warm stone. "I've seen a lot of the world, A hell of a lot of it!But there's something special about this island Something that I haven't met anywhere else Do you know what is the most familiar sound in Zanzibar?-laughter! Walk through the streets of the little city almost any time of day or night, and you'll hear it. People laughing. There is a gaiety and good humour about them that is strangely warming to even such a corrugated, corroded and eroded heart as mine and this is the only place that I have hit upon where black and white and every shade in between 'em appear to able to live in complete friendliness and harmony, with no colour bar. It's living proof and a practical demonstration that it can be done.”
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~It was a delightful if rather dated read, but the author’s volatile sense of humor and her indisputable love for the location saved it from being banal. For those interested in that time period, I would place this author beside Mary Stewart, although I like average Stewart better.
‘... Ever noticed how for all their bellowings about “Peace and Brotherly Love” the average Red is eaten up from nose to tail with envy, hatred, malice and all uncharitableness. Their gods and their gospel are hate and destruction...’
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In common with all young women she had dreamed of the time when she would fall in love. It would be a romantic and rapturous and altogether wonderful moment, and the hero of it would certainly not be a pallid and disheveled stranger who was suffering from an imperial hangover...
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‘...there is something special about this island. Something that I haven’t met anywhere else. Do you know what is the most familiar sound in Zanzibar? – laughter! ... People laughing. There is a gaiety and good humor about them that is strangely warming to even such a corrugated, corroded and eroded heart as mine, and this is the only place I have yet hit upon where black and white and every shade in between ’em appear to be able to live together in complete friendliness and harmony, with no color bars. It’s a living proof and a practical demonstration that it can be done. ... But it won’t last.’
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He looked down at Dany’s white face and smiled a little crookedly. ‘It’s a helluva mess, honey, but you don’t have to lose your nerve.’
‘I haven’t any left to lose!’ admitted Dany ruefully. “Not an atom!’
Lash laughed and reached down his hands to pull her to her feet.
‘Nuts, Miss Kitchell! Momentarily mislaid, perhaps, but never lost.’
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