Fiction of Gay Interest

The Last Resort
Pamela Hansford Johnson
Publisher: Penguin
Harmondsworth, UK

Year


1966       first publ: 1956
Cover / size: paperback / h 18 cm * w 11.1 cm / 287 pp

Dustjacket?   n/a

ISBN: n/a

Arbery Ref:   0001366

Condition Fair to good

Cover: discoloured, especially spine and back; worn at edges, particularly lower spine; corners curling; book leans forward. Half-title page has ink inscriptions. Pages browning, but otherwise clean.

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Johnson: The Last Resort








Plot / Content:                              Rating: G

"'I can't live with guilt, and I have felt guilty enough to die . . .'

"From a love affair wrecked by a puritan conscience, a woman emerges to a compromise with misery - a last-resort marriage to a homosexual. In this disturbing novel Pamela Hansford Johnson investigates regions of love and conscience that most of us prefer to hid from themselves."

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Background / Biography:

Pamela Hansford Johnson, Baroness Snow (29 May 1912 – 18 June 1981) was an English novelist, playwright, poet, literary and social critic. She was married to writer C P Snow. continued on Wikipedia




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