886
pages, Putnam, ISBN-13: 978-0698107830
Morris’
research appears to be first-rate, and instead of voicing his own opinions on
TR (whatever they may be) he allows his subject to speak for himself. The fact
that Morris has written this biography in a style that the average person can
understand helps immensely; he has not written just a bald recitation of facts,
but, as apparently been given access to Roosevelt’s private journals, as well
as similar documents from people who knew or worked with him, the result is,
for all intents and purposes, a look inside the mind of one of the greatest
political and historical figures of the early 20th Century. The
opening chapter is the most intriguing, which speaks of President Roosevelt on
New Year’s Day and how we was able to shake hands on an average of 50 grips a
minute. From the prologue of the book, the reader understands that one is
reading about a man whose intelligence and strength is extraordinary in the
truest sense. From this point as President in 1907, Edmund Morris retraces
Roosevelt’s history, beginning with his parents. As the young Roosevelt matures
one senses the insatiable desire for knowledge and the unbounded determination
to overcome all obstacles from childhood to adulthood. From his love of natural
sciences as a boy to his rise in politics and to the Presidency, Roosevelt’s
life was marked with challenges, conflicts, and accomplishments. One early
struggle he had, as most know, was his sickliness and frequent asthma attacks.
The book records how his father would ride the coach at high speeds in order to
force air into Young Teddy’s lungs. Some years later his father approaches
Theodore and gives him the challenge to develop his body to match his mental
prowess. Young Teddy replied with a grin that he would make his body, which he
did. This book has many such moments of Roosevelt’s life, and the reader is
almost dumbfounded when considering the character and charisma of this man, and
how it led him to the Presidency.
Morris
does much to deify Teddy – and granted, TR was a remarkable man with no equal
in energy, drive, tenacity, and a touch of the silver spoon. However, Morris
kneels down at the altar with bowed head so frequently that I’m afraid he missed
a critical look at some of TR’s faults. Leading up to the Spanish-American War
over Cuban independence, Teddy was absolutely itching for a fight. Hell-bent on
jingoism, little is said critical of this war at all cost lust. Instead, TR is
credited for bringing the nation to war with scant a nod at diplomacy, and is
made a demagogue in the American bellicose heart prevailing at that time. Also,
In Morris’ deification of TR, some of Teddy’s racist views are inattentively
glossed over. It can be written off with the statement that those viewpoints
were prevalent at the time, but then the Earth being the center of the universe
was prevalent during Galileo’s time. Not that Teddy was one to go against the
grain when needed, but in his earlier days, Teddy got the race issue wrong and
little is made of it from Morris. Everything is seen in the light of TR’s will,
and precious little (except for the magnificent section on the closing of NYC
saloons on Sunday) placed next to the people, the public that lived under his
rule. I have nothing against TR, he is convincingly portrayed as a simply
astonishing human specimen; and yet, by the end I came to second-guess
everything due to Morris’ blind devotion. Perhaps a more cautious historian
could not have produced such fabulous writing or story-telling.
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