The Impeachment of Abraham Lincoln: A Novel
by Stephen L. Carter
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What if Lincoln had not been assassinated on April 14, 1865, barely a month into his second term? Would he have paid for his attempt to win the Civil War and keep the country unified? Written as a mystery (there’s a conspiracy against Lincoln afoot), this meaty novel tries to sharpen our rosy view of the 16th president. “Lincoln has become so large in our imaginations,” the author writes, “that we might easily forget how envied, mistrusted, and occasionally despised he was by the prominent abolitionists and intellectuals of his day.”
So Carter arranges for Lincoln to be impeached in the Senate for suspending habeas corpus in Maryland, censoring newspapers, failing to protect freed blacks and usurping Congress’s authority. On the first two counts, Lincoln is, as a matter of fact, guilty, as Carter acknowledges. The third and fourth counts are debatable—and intriguing. Would the Great Emancipator have done enough to protect liberated slaves had he survived beyond 1865? Radicals in his own party weren’t sure. President Andrew Johnson, writes Carter, “faced impeachment precisely for carrying out Lincoln’s own ‘let ’em up easy’ policy toward the defeated South.”
A law professor at Yale and the author of the groundbreaking novel The Emperor of Ocean Park, celebrated for its depiction of contemporary middle-class African-American life, Carter here takes plenty of liberties with the historical record—shifting the order of events or inventing them outright—but he has populated his book with real-life figures, often placing real-life speeches in their mouths. At 500-plus pages, it’s a weighty book indeed, and at times feels a bit too much like a con-law text. And there is no shortage of clattering carriage rides, heavy petticoats and other clichés of historical fiction.
But amid the overt conjuring of Washington, D.C.’s past—or Washington City, as it was known in Lincoln’s day—there’s a fresh perspective on the capital’s political and social entanglements, particularly among pthe city’s African-American inhabitants. This is a valuable tonic to the overriding images of 19th-century blacks as universally downtrodden and “grindingly poor.” Dissolute and unfortunate characters appear, but so do upwardly mobile young women, enterprising members of the middle class and truly wealthy African-Americans. Carter’s sustained effort to add nuance to our understanding of Lincoln’s legacy forms the central drama, but I found his quiet readjustment of racial history the more significant thought experiment.
by Joy Harjo
The celebrated Native American poet Joy Harjo, author of the American Book Award-winning In Mad Love and War (1990), has not had an easy life. This blunt, moving memoir of her early years is a spare meditation on the conflicts that honed her character and her calling. At 16, her stepfather informed her that he wanted her out of his house. This was no shock to her; he had terrorized her mother and beaten her and her siblings. Harjo contemplated running away—it was the late 1960s and California was calling the flower-power generation—but she instead went to the Institute of American Indian Arts in Santa Fe, New Mexico. There, Harjo was encouraged to paint, draw and sing—activities that allowed her to escape “the emotional winter of my childhood.” Still, by her late teens she was pregnant and penniless, and her mother, who had “cleaned and cooked her way to decency,” viewed her daughter’s life as “a mockery of her struggle.” But Crazy Brave has a hopeful trajectory, affirming and acclaiming the artistic impulse. “If you do not answer the noise and urgency of your gifts,” Harjo writers, “they will turn on you. Or drag you down with their immense sadness at being abandoned.”
Marie Curie and Her Daughters
by Shelley Emling
“I have frequently been questioned, especially by women, of how I could reconcile family life with a scientific career,” Marie Curie once said. “Well, it has not been easy.” Marie Curie’s accomplishments—two Nobel Prizes, the discovery of radium—are well known, as are her struggles against prejudice, scarce funding and poor health. But her role as a mother has been less examined. She often spent long stretches away from her two children, Irene and Eve. (She tucked math problems into her letters.) As Emling writes, “Marie’s research always took precedence,” and “Eve, in particular, came close to neglect when her girls were quite little.” Still, there seemed no shortage of love among the three women, especially once Marie’s husband, Pierre, died; they formed what Emling calls a female “inner sanctum” of mutual support. The daughters grew up to have remarkable careers. Irene became a Nobel Prize-winning scientist, and Eve a foreign correspondent. This unusually intimate account shows Curie as a precursor of many modern women—bristling at family obligations, hungering for a career. Her sacrifices on behalf of science, Emling seems to say, were worth it; her daughters thrived after all, and the world, because of Curie’s tenacity and ingenuity, became a less mysterious place. “That one must do some work seriously and must be independent, and not merely amuse oneself in life,” said one of Curie’s daughters, “this our mother has told us always.”
Caveat Emptor: The Secret Life of an American Art Forger
by Ken Perenyi