| I hate say this, but I think you might need the box to return
it, too (IS this correct?).
If nothing else, at least you've got another SF book to add
to your collection.
Larry
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| In re .1:
I guess I didn't make myself too clear. The address to which members send
checks and reply forms is different from the address from which the SFBC
mails books, and at which it accepts returns. Note 460.1 contains the
former; an address in New York. Well, Lawn Giland, actually. (Thanks
anyway!) What I need is the latter; I think it's somewhere in Pennsylvania,
but I wouldn't swear to it.
In .re .2:
The box itself isn't important. The SFBC has accepted returns from me in
any old shipping container. It's the address on that box that matters, and
I still don't have it.
> If nothing else, at least you've got another SF book to add
> to your collection.
I wish it were so. The book they sent me is obviously an offering from one of
the other Doubleday book clubs. It's called "Beulah Land," by Lonnie Coleman.
Allow me to quote from the dust jacket:
Beulah Land was a rich cotton plantation in Georgia, and here is
the vivid, sweeping story of its golden age from 1820 to 1861.
The Kendricks were the white masters of a hundred and fifty black
slaves, but who was master and who was slave are questions that
have no final answers. [...]
The men and women of a great plantation:
o Arnold and Deborah Kendrick: The reserved, artistocratic [sic]
master of Beulah Land had married a pragmatic, ambitious woman
who, some said, was the true master of the plantation.
o Lovey and Ezra, the household harrier and her blacksmith
husband: The special favors they could command and their good
sense in dispensing them earned the respect of the other slaves.
[...]
I suppose I'll just have to change my personal name to "artistocrat." Sigh.
Doesn't anyone have an SFBC box lying around the house?
-- Roger
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