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ASYLUM-William Seabrook-Harcourt, Brace...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Fiction: Best Books | 12/16/1935 | See Source »

...natives, with the insight Benga provided, Geoffrey Gorer came to the conclusion that white men cannot understand the mental processes of true savages, who have no time-sense. Before his journey was over, Geoffrey Gorer was prepared to accuse such writers on Africa as Paul Morand and William Seabrook of "naïve diabolism," of having written misleading reports. He believes that African Negroes, like the Amerindians, are doomed to extinction unless new methods of governing them are developed...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Three on Africa | 10/14/1935 | See Source »

Slow in awakening to his surroundings and to the reality of his confinement, Patient Seabrook's first reaction was that everything was wrong. He had wanted a nice, quiet, secluded cell where he would not be able to get his hands on a bottle of whiskey. He found himself in a modern hospital resembling an expensive hotel, where he was compelled to meet and talk with other patients, and where he slept in "a wide-open show window, an illuminated dog kennel." The medical attention was so close that, as he objected profanely, "people come walking...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Drunkard's Progress | 8/12/1935 | See Source »

Doctors, nurses and stalwart male attendants treated him like a spoiled child. He objected to being politely addressed as Mr. Seabrook by people who were deaf to his complaints, objected to having the light burn in his room all night, objected more loudly when attendants removed the bathrobe he had used to shade the light...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Drunkard's Progress | 8/12/1935 | See Source »

...world in general, calling for a padded cell as preferable to modern scientific, heartless hypocrisy, another patient told him quietly: "Say, fellow, you've got it all wrong. You don't tell them. They tell you." Once he had accepted its concealed, but absolutely inflexible, discipline. William Seabrook found the asylum a pleasant and interesting lockup. Soon he was walking miles through the snow, going regularly to the barber shop, whether he wanted to or not, attending compulsory dances and cinemas, and in the spring playing golf and tennis. But he could...

Author: /time Magazine | Title: Books: Drunkard's Progress | 8/12/1935 | See Source »

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