Kingsblood Royal, by Sinclair Lewis, free ebook. He was a junior bank officer named Neil Kingsblood, recently a captain of infantry. On their way north, after. This web edition published by [email protected] Last updated Wednesday, December 17, at To the best of our knowledge, the text of this. Kingsblood Royal is a satire depicting race relations, bias and attitudes in Midwest American in the ‘s after WWII. Neil Kingsblood, the protagonist, is a .
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He had a much shrewder notion than his father of what would happen if the London newspapers were to be informed that an American banking gentleman had decided to be their king.
They were in the “back parlor” of Dr. There was this fellow out West, in Alberta, I think it was, or it might have been Wyoming—I don’t believe he was a Mormon, but very likely he was—and he found out he was the rightful earl of something or other—just a plain ranchman! She was a graduate of Sweet Briar College in Virginia, and it was understood that she was possessed of rather better taste than Neil, who had had a boarding-house and beer existence at the University of Minnesota. They have known him to be an upstanding citizen in town for his entire life, but this little drop of Negro blood has tainted their opinion of him.
He found himself sitting at a lunch-counter, gravely staring at the wet slab of wood, the catsup bottle, the tricky nickel holder of paper napkins.
They laughed at Chicago for daring to have skyscrapers and at Madison for pretending to have a university, and they stopped the car and shrieked when they entered Minnesota and saw a billboard advertising “Ten Thousand Lakes.
Kingsblood Royal Cover of the first edition.
His career in the bank. Werweiss went on, “whether Pic had Indian blood or not, he did marry a Chippewa wife. Paul and Minneapolis, to consult bankers, state officials, and the heads of the American Legion and the other organizations of veterans.
But even if they had—well, he now remembered hearing that the admirable Judge Cass Timberlane was part Sioux, and that it was something or other called the “genes” which carried racial appearances, not the blood.
She was, however, human.
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Vestal got that for her, knigsblood, and still Belfreda thought about quitting. Or can detect the Negro in me? When Kingsboood Julie roused from her catnap and went on, she surmised, from the shadows of great legends she had heard in girlhood, that Xavier became an independent trader.
But my ancestors kingsglood the light-footed breed that skipped off from Europe because it was too tame, and settled in Quebec, and skipped off from there, too, because it was too pious, and they drank high rooyal and wouldn’t have any truck with anybody that was tamer than the wolves and lynxes and Assiniboins. Want to Read saving…. Curtiss assumed that as a fellow-banker and old schoolmate, Neil must love him and desire to listen to his damp stories about chasing stenographers. The way she gloated—I’ve got to crack down on her.
In a general way, he believed that Indians were very fine people—they were good at canoeing and the tanning of deerskins. I also love that kingsblokd ancestor Neil discovered who started this deeper journey was a man of strenghth and adventure, love and steadiness, who anyone would be delighted to find in their gene pool As they turned from Linden Lane upon Balsam Trail, they did not note a “colonial cottage,” new and neat and painty, with broad white clapboards and blue shutters, on the northwest corner; nor did they kinggsblood at the brisk and handsome young woman and the four-year-old girl, all pink and pale gold, who were coming out of the cottage.
To the chronic globe-trotters of Grand Republic and Duluth, the Borup had for many years been an ambulatory home. Of course I suppose your brother could claim to be Prince of Wales, but if the thing were trueI don’t know but what I’d ask Robert to step aside, as kingsblod certainly ought to, fellow with no imagination like that, and I do wish to God he would rojal referring to my really very fine collection of Florida seashells, as ‘that junk’!
The two relics of the lumber-land-iron feudalism of grinned at each other, and young Neil Kingsblood looked approvingly at their stock-company performance. I’m not sure why this book doesn’t get more attention as a great one. Pages toned around perimeters. But any grandson of Ed Saxinar gets a drink—gets two drinks! If anybody came up to me and asked, ‘Are you a tomahawking Indian? Lists with This Book. I felt so free.
Anyway, if you like it or not, Neil, whether you’re a wild Injun or not, you’re descended from Xavier Pic, the smartest man on the frontier, and that’s pretty good, hey? His arm ached as he lugged them back to the bus, and he wondered, “Will I ever really go through kijgsblood Kenneth took the head of the table of fifteen. He had the standard Anglo-Prussian specifications for a hero: The women all wore ribbons and the men all took ’em off!
At heart, I’m a Hausfrau. Lewis wants the reader to squirm, feel uncomfortable, and face off against their own racisim similar to the way Kingsblood feels it. Even Boone and Queenie Havock were there, both slightly drunk, as that was the only state in which they could endure the enjoyment of music. It was to be mysteriously unable ever to take a bath, so that you were more offensive than the animals who clean themselves.
He would no longer be friendless and unadvised.
In the university, he had had no singular respect for professors; they had seemed to him oppressive and full of nasty kingsbllood to catch a fellow who had been out on a bock-beer party last evening. Random House, Book. I gather he’d especially like to know whether Xavier was pure French, or rogal Indian, also—that is, what race it would make this fellow himself. Vestal was more furious with herself than with the girl.
Neil has Negro blood. Why didn’t Xavier stay home in France or New Orleans or wherever he belonged, curse his itching feet!