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The man who divided a nation, who endured a political divided Cabinet, and lived in a divided house yet somehow got them united in some form or another before his death. Lincoln by Gore Vidal looks at Abraham Lincoln’s time in Washington from his secret arrival in late February to his death a little over four years later not from the titular character’s point-of-view by those around him. Abraham Lincoln is the central character of this historical fiction novel that only has three paragraphs from his perspective in the whole 655 pages of text as Vidal’s cast of characters either interact with or reaction from afar to the man in the White House. Though the many valleys and the peaks of the Union war effort are mentioned, Vidal focuses on the political atmosphere within Washington D.C. from faction ridden Republican Cabinet and Congress to the pro-secessionist inhabitants of the capital. While Vidal pieces together an excellent narrative and interesting characters, he obviously stretches the historical facts or downright makes stuff up including reversing some character’s real-life opinions, so reader beware. The focus on Lincoln the man as told from the perspective of those around him is an intriguing premise and Vidal’s prose make it a good read. Lincoln is a well-written historical fiction novel by Gore Vidal that shows the 16th President in the middle of a political maelstrom inside a civil war. This is the first book I've read by Gore Vidal, and now I want to read more. He really brought this period to life and made it interesting and understandable. It was nothing like what I would have thought, had I thought more about it. The White House was a rat-infested dump with smelly swamps and garbage all around, where people were often sick or died, and inhabited by mostly confederate sympathizers. It was not the best place to be a Yankee. Lincoln was always interesting. He and his family didn't really fit in well with the existing society. He seemed to be odd and not too bright, and people thought he was not in control. But somehow, he was always able to arrange things to turn out the way he wanted, often without people realizing he was doing it - probably due to his homey way of talking, injecting stories, etc. I thought he was pretty entertaining. His wife, on the other hand, was a handful and somewhat, if not completely, crazy, especially later in the book. Much of the time, she could not stop spending money on both herself and the Capitol, which neither could really afford. She then had to do whatever she could to stave off the debtors, much of which was illegal or immoral. Even though I of course knew what was going to happen to him, This book took me longer to finish than normal, but I think it was worth it. Fortunately, I had audiobooks to listen to at the same time. Lincoln, first published in 1984 is part of a trilogy which also includes "Burr" and "1876". The book is an intelligent, well- researched book. Vidal is remarkably able to present historical figures, such as Lincoln and his cabinet, as well as events, such as the Civil War, and political machinations in a believable, very readable book. Lincoln is depicted as an imperfect, very human politician. Through Vidal's writing, the myth is stripped away and the man is shown as he deals with uncertainty, political intrigue, as well as family tragedy and sorrow. Vidal uses realistic dialogue which keeps the story moving along at a nice pace. Lincoln is undermined again and again by his opponents; his outmaneuvering them is enjoyable to read. Written with Vidal's acerbic wit, this is a must read for those who enjoy history and historical fiction. Even though I knew how the story would end, I could not put it down!
As Vidal intended it to be, the work is literal, solid, and reverent. It is somber, for its subject is somber. Like Vidal himself, observers at the time saw Lincoln's obsession with funny stories as a homely screen behind which the sphinx sheltered his true face from the savageries of the time, savageries which were strangely organic to him and which grew as it were from his person. But the assiduity of Lincoln has a stodginess to it as well, as if the awesome subject has defeated all whimsy. Again, if Burr and 1876 had not prepared the reader, it would be hard to associate this novel with the dancing boy of American letters. 'Rebirth to his nation' is probably, knowing Mr Vidal's cinematic background, a deliberate device to evoke the 14th Amendment, the carpetbaggers and the Klu Klux Klan. The interesting, or Vidalian, things are often on the margin in this novel, and all the rest is history sedulously followed and minimally dramatized. It is a novel not of great battles but of telegrams about them arriving at the White House... Lincoln belongs to that popular and very American pseudo-fictional genre which Mr Vidal, concentrating particularly on Mr Wouk, condescendingly accepts as wholesome if simplistic teaching but condemns for pretending to be a kind of literature. Irving Stone has written on Michelangelo, Freud and Darwin in much the same way ('Sighing, he lighted a fresh cigar, and wrote his title: The Interpretation of Dreams'). James A. Michener has made a vast fortune out of blockbusting history tomes, well researched and indifferently written, which are presented as novels. There is something in the puritanical American mind which is scared of the imaginative writer but not of the pedantic one who seems to humanize facts without committing himself to the inventions which are really lies. Belongs to SeriesIs contained inContainsAwardsDistinctionsNotable Lists
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HTML:Lincoln is the cornerstone of Gore Vidal's fictional American chronicle, which includes Burr, 1876, Washington, D.C., Empire, and Hollywood. It opens early on a frozen winter morning in 1861, when President-elect Abraham Lincoln slips into Washington, flanked by two bodyguards. The future president is in disguise, for there is talk of a plot to murder him. During the next four years there will be numerous plots to murder this man who has sworn to unite a disintegrating nation. Isolated in a ramshackle White House in the center of a proslavery city, Lincoln presides over a fragmenting government as Lee's armies beat at the gates. In this profoundly moving novel, a work of epic proportions and intense human sympathy, Lincoln is observed by his loved ones and his rivals. The cast of characters is almost Dickensian: politicians, generals, White House aides, newspapermen, Northern and Southern conspirators, amiably evil bankers, and a wife slowly going mad. Vidal's portrait of the president is at once intimate and monumental, stark and complex, drawn with the wit, grace, and authority of one of the great historical novelists. With a new Introduction by the author. No library descriptions found. |
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It’s far from a complete list, but random things which stood out for me included Lincoln’s use of the “blue mass” (upwards of 33% mercury) for severe constipation, and President’s Park with its unfinished Washington Monument being the site of the daily slaughter of cattle and pigs, which combined with the odor of a stagnant canal, led to overpowering odor. We also get a nuanced portrayal of Mary Todd Lincoln, who was a progressive voice in a slave-holding, secessionist family, yet with the fatal flaw of lavish spending, and having seances to speak to her dead son Willie, following his devastating death.
There are various details of the war of course, most of which I believe will be known to those who’ve studied the period, but Vidal does a reasonably good job at bringing them to life. The terrible nearness of the conflict is striking, a couple of times when Washington D.C. is vulnerable to an attack (which really makes one wonder ‘what if’), and when through binoculars Lincoln can see the large Confederate flag hanging at an inn in Alexandria, Virginia, the one that 24-year-old Elmer Ellsworth would die taking down, the first Union officer to die in the war. We also get quite a taste for the supreme difficulty Salmon Chase faced financing the war effort at a time when there was no income tax, in which he established a national banking system, issued paper currency, and sold war bonds to wealthy investors.
The main reason for not liking the book as much as I did when I started reading it, soaking up all of the history as I went, was that unfortunately Vidal repeats some of the falsehoods propagated by Lost Cause historians. It’s like he got lost in the details and missed the critical main points, or that he was so intent on not producing hagiography that he swung the pendulum too far in the other direction. Or, perhaps it’s because he grew up in the south, as he mentions in the preface.
The main sins of the book relate to what Vidal writes about the Constitutionality of secession, the reason for the war, the view of Lincoln as a dictator (and one operating without a higher moral cause), and the completely unexamined elephant in the room, the opinions and life in the South at the time.
On the Constitutionality of secession, Vidal goes from this exchange early in the book:
“But the Southern States regard the organization of the Union as a more casual affair. As they entered it of their own free will, so that can leave it.”
“But no provision was ever made in the Constitution for their leaving it.”
“They say that this right is implicit.”
“Nothing so astounding and fundamental would not be spelled out in the Constitution.”
To this load of crap at the end of the book:
“You see, the Southern states had every Constitutional right to go out of the Union. But Lincoln said, no. Lincoln said, this Union can never be broken.”
Vidal fails to mention that secession was illegal per the Constitution, for the clause that allowed it in the earlier Articles of Confederation had been removed, and as Lincoln put it, because no government provides for its own dissolution. He does not mention that Southern states agreed that secession was not a right in 1814, when New Englanders talked about doing so because of the War of 1812, or that Andrew Jackson opposed South Carolina’s threatened secession in 1832. He presents a view that it is Lincoln and Lincoln alone who has come up with this view, that everyone else would have let the South go.
Related to this, through a conversation between John Hay and newspaper editor Charles Eames, Vidal also regurgitates the Lost Cause falsehood about the reason for war. He has Hay aimlessly wondering what the war was about, that it was “like the fever; it came for no reason and left for no reason.” Eames then puts the war on Lincoln to preserve the Union, that only after the fighting did he “shift over to the slavery side,” and that the South was just “fighting for independence.” While it’s true that Lincoln’s motivation was to preserve the Union, what’s ridiculous in this dialogue is that it fails to mention that the South seceded for no other reason that slavery, which Southerners fully realized at the time, as evidenced in a myriad of their founding documents and articles from their leaders.
A page later he mentions a mulatto waiter “as loyal to the Confederacy as his employer,” and then a chapter later writes this: “Like most natives of Washington, David had been amazed by the Union soldiers’ hatred of all Negroes. By and large, Southerners got on well with them. After all, they grew up with their niggers; and they liked – even loved – the ones who kept their place. … After all, wasn’t that what the war was supposed to be about? How the institution of slavery gave the South an advantage over the North’s so-called free, if ill-paid, labor.”
Good grief. And this snippet may be the only place in the book where Southern life is mentioned at all. While there are references to Lincoln’s often contradictory views as he tried to navigate a moderate position within the progressive party of the period, there is never a single mention of the absolutely vile viewpoints of the South and how that mattered to what was going on. Instead we get a far from flattering view of the radical Republicans in Congress, men who were true heroes to the country in pushing progress before and after the war.
Vidal closes part two with William Seward mouthing the Southern viewpoint, that Lincoln had made himself into an “absolute dictator without ever letting anyone suspect that he was anything more than a joking, timid backwoods lawyer.” Later while Lincoln and Seward discuss the phrasing “government of the people, by the people, and for the people,” he has Seward wondering what “of the people” meant when it’s obviously a reference to not having a king, and then has Lincoln murmur that a “race of eagles,” e.g. an elite group, an alpha – like himself, like Bismarck – could suffice. Nothing could be farther from Lincoln’s views or the spirits of his writings.
Along these lines, Vidal overstates Lincoln’s suspension of habeas corpus as evidence of his wielding dictatorial power. The Constitution explicitly provides that “in cases of rebellion” that it may be suspended, a bar the secession clearly met, yet you’d never know it from the way Lincoln and his cabinet members talk about it. The Lincoln presented here is upholding the Union for the Union’s sake, damn the Constitution, and out of his own aggressive statesmanship, not because of his fidelity to its having a higher moral purpose, its dedication to the proposition that all men are created equal. Conveniently Vidal does not go into any depth on Lincoln’s efforts after the war to get the 13th Amendment passed.
In trying to build this into a type of Shakespearean tragedy, Vidal begins swaying more into things he imagines or wishes were true, vs. actual history. There are assassination attempts on Lincoln as he rides his horse at night, resulting in a bullet hole through his top hat not once but twice. He implies that Lincoln’s real grandfather was the slavery advocate John C. Calhoun, which was shaky at the time, and which has been refuted by DNA testing. It leads to a terrible final chapter that includes the insane (and highly melodramatic) view that Lincoln had “in some mysterious fashion, willed his own murder as a form of atonement for the great and terrible thing that he had done.” Good lord, this was perhaps the worst ending to a book I’ve ever read, let alone a historical drama.
Perhaps there is nothing more damning than the exchange between Herbert Mitgang and Vidal. Mitgang commented that Vidal had accepted the rather outrageous revisionist belief that "Lincoln really wanted the Civil War, with its 600,000 casualties, in order to eclipse the Founding Fathers and insure his own place in the pantheon of great presidents." In response to his, Vidal wrote, "Yes, that is pretty much what I came to believe."
If you’re interested in reading about Lincoln and want historical accuracy, I’d suggest Doris Kearn’s Goodwin’s Team of Rivals instead. If you’d like something poetic, but which captures the humanism of Lincoln far better than what Vidal did here, I’d recommend George Saunders’ Lincoln in the Bardo. While the details contained within Vidal’s writing are seductive, his overall conclusions and messages are insidious, and dangerously wrong. ( )