A young man inherits a fashionable health resort — sulphur baths, diets, cranks and all — on condition that he run it for a year without telling anyone who he is. Rinehart trained as a nurse and took up fiction at twenty-seven when a stock crash ruined her family, and became the highest-paid writer in America; the sanatorium here is a farce machine, and she knew hospitals from the inside. Fifty-five plates, from Munch to Chase, catch the resort's verandas, parks and mills in the same comic light Rinehart turns on her sulphur spring.
A young man inherits a fashionable health resort — sulphur baths, diets, cranks and all — on condition that he run it for a year without telling anyone who he is. Rinehart trained as a nurse and took up fiction at twenty-seven when a stock crash ruined her family, and became the highest-paid writ...