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The murder of Abraham Lincoln set off the greatest manhunt in American history. From April 14 to April 26, 1865, the assassin led Union cavalry and detectives on a wild twelve-day chase through the streets of Washington, D.C., across the swamps of Maryland, and into the forests of Virginia, while the nation, still reeling from the just-ended Civil War, watched in horror. A Confederate sympathizer and a member of a celebrated acting family, John Wilkes Booth threw away his fame and wealth for a chance to avenge the South's defeat. Based on rare archival materials, obscure trial transcripts, and Lincoln's own blood relics, this book is a fully documented work, but it is also a tale of murder, intrigue, and betrayal, an hour-by-hour account told through the eyes of the hunted and the hunters.--From publisher description.… (more)
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I thought this was absolutely excellent! The rich
Originally posted on: Thoughts of Joy
The actor's black pupils flared wide, adjusting to the darkness, while also fixing on the only available light in the dim claustrophobic chamber--a faint pinpoint emanating from the peephole that somebody, probably Booth, had bored through a right-hand panel of the door to box number seven.
Oh please. I've gotten sick and tired of this kind of In Cold Blood tarted up history. There is, of course, absolutely no way Swanson could know Booth's pupils "flared wide" (although I concede Swanson might be able to infer it) and certainly no way he could know on what Booth fixed his gaze. Only Booth could know, and I can't believe he imparted such details in a letter. That completely lost my suspension of disbelief in what is supposed to be a non-fiction account. Nor is Swanson the kind of stylist--a Truman Capote, a Tom Wolfe, an Erik Larson--for whom I'm willing to forgive such excesses. (And God, the melodrama!)
And it's so unnecessary. After this book I turned to reading Shelby Foote's The Civil War. This also purports to be a "narrative history" and Foote's background is as a novelist, not a historian. But he never steps over the line. Foote writes in the Bibliographical Note in the back that he "employed the novelist's methods without his license... Nothing is included here, either within or outside quotation marks without the authority of documentary evidence which I consider sound." And I'm willing to take Foote's word for that, because there's nothing in the 150 pages I've read so far that makes me doubt it. And yet his book flows and has all the vividness of a novel--and truly powerful prose. Foote also said in that note that the historical record is so rich, he didn't feel any temptation to imagine details--what was difficult was what to omit.
Because yes, it is possible to write good history that makes for good reading. It's a shame Swanson didn't take note how to do it from Shelby Foote.
The picture we are drawn is of a man so consumed with hate, and with such an inflated view of himself and his abilities, that he was able to simultaneously plan such a terrible crime and not bother to plan the details than might make it successful. It was both cold-blooded and incredibly sloppy.
Two areas that I found really interesting were the examinations of Mary Surratt and Dr. Samuel Mudd. I had grown up with the idea that poor Mary and Sam were caught up in the hysteria and were really not guilty of anything. According to the research of this author, I was wrong on all counts!
The author takes a close and detailed look at the events of the days following the Lincoln assassination, and plus a lot of good background information. He pays a lot of attention to Booth's conspirators (especially Lewis Powell and the attack on Seward), which is
Grade: A
Recommended: Good for history buffs, I think even if you already know a lot about the Lincoln assassination, you will find some new things here.
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Highly recommended. A must Civil War read for beginners and experts.
One of the author's most damning traits is his tendency to change tenses in the SAME SENTENCE, making
Luckily for Swanson, his book's subject matter is damn near impossible to mangle. The hunt for Booth remains riveting no matter how bad the author is.