by Richard Subber | Mar 5, 2023 | American history, Book reviews, Books, History
they weren’t heroic…
Book review:
Go Down Together:
The True, Untold Story of Bonnie and Clyde
by Jeff Guinn (b1951)
New York: Simon and Schuster, 2009
467 pages
Newspaper coverage in the early 1930s turned Bonnie Parker and Clyde Barrow into nationwide celebrities. Movies and books have perpetuated the carelessly positive news coverage, and the often fictional heroic antics of the crime duo.
The matter-of-fact treatment in Go Down Together makes the unvarnished reality more clear: Bonnie and Clyde were wacky, violent, and vicious criminals who killed 13 people and spent their 21-month crime spree on the run, mostly living “…the mundane, routine Barrow Gang misery of camping in cars and dining on cans of cold beans.”
They were killed in an ambush on May 23, 1934, in Louisiana. Several officers of the law fired about 160 bullets at them in less than 20 seconds—neither Bonnie nor Clyde fired a single shot.
Nothing about Bonnie and Clyde makes a pretty picture.
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by Richard Subber | Feb 25, 2023 | American history, Book reviews, Books, History, World history
engrossing, but not Larson’s best…
Book review:
Dead Wake: The Last Crossing of the Lusitania
by Erik Larson (b1954)
Crown Publishers, New York, 2015
430 pages
I’m a fan of Erik Larson, starting with The Devil in the White City. Dead Wake offers a similar reading experience in Larson’s “no frippery” prose, and with a consistent tension that makes it a page turner.
I confess that it’s hard to avoid the somewhat deadening spoiler in this story: from Page 1, we know how it’s going to end. Torpedoed by Germany’s U-20, the Lusitania went down in about 18 minutes. Larson’s approach is exclusively chronological; it’s not a bad thing, but I found myself almost thinking out loud—“let’s get on with it”—as I navigated through the certainly more than adequate number of anecdotal scenes involving the ill-fated passengers and their clothing/meals/flirtations/premonitions/self-assurances…
Full disclosure: to the end, I was rooting for passenger Theodate Pope to get some love in her life. On the other hand, I now know far more than I care to know about President Wilson’s mushy courting of Edith Galt (who became his second wife).
The thing is, Larson tells a great yarn here but he doesn’t invite the reader to grapple with it. It falls short of shattering, consequential drama. The sociable elements—the almost chatty context—of much of his tale seem to displace full engagement with the terror of the event, and the outcomes that it hastened.
Larson tries to invest this story with solemnity, respect, and understanding.
Dead Wake is a dutiful—indeed, engrossing—account, but it doesn’t quite rise to the occasion.
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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2023 All rights reserved.
Play review: A Doll’s House
Henrik Ibsen’s classic on abuse…
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by Richard Subber | Feb 20, 2023 | Human Nature, Tidbits
wanderer…
“I am the highway
and a peregrine
and all the sails that ever went to sea.”
Prodigious words by Robert Kincaid, in The Bridges of Madison County (by Robert Waller, 1995, p. 153)
Francesca Johnson confessed that she was “overwhelmed by his sheer emotional and physical power,” and those words were his response.
A peregrine is a falcon, of course, and it also means foreigner, alien, rover, wanderer, migrant, stranger…
…but love is not a stranger in The Bridges of Madison County.
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Book review: The Scarlet Letter
the beating hearts…by Nathaniel Hawthorne
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by Richard Subber | Jan 23, 2023 | Book reviews, Books, History, World history
a wonkish analysis of combat…
Book review:
Military Power:
Explaining Victory and Defeat in Modern Battle
by Stephen Biddle
Princeton, NJ: Princeton University Press, 2004
337 pages
Military Power is a fastidiously wonkish analysis of combat and military power.
Biddle makes his case for considering that “force employment,” i.e., combat doctrine and tactics, is at least as important in understanding the outcomes of battle as the count of who has the most guns and the biggest armies.
Earlier authors might have called it “leadership.”
Biddle offers remarkably detailed blow-by-blow commentary about the second battle of the Somme River in 1918, the Allies’ Normandy breakout in 1944, and Operation Desert Storm in 1991.
It’s not an easy read. Military Power will reward the reader who wants to know more.
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Book review. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 20232 All rights reserved.
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by Richard Subber | Jan 16, 2023 | My poetry, Poetry, Reflections
a short time to be in love…
I forgot to get a card…
It’s not about the candles and the cake,
it’s not about singing
the same old song anymore,
it’s not about the date anymore,
not an event,
not a stopping place—
it’s another reminder that a year
is a long time to live,
and a short time to be in love,
it’s a marker on the trail,
and the trail is rising,
and the mountains are behind us,
and the oceans, yes, and many mysteries…
Just ahead, the path turns again, as always,
and we do not see much of the morrow,
and naught of the waiting tomorrows,
but we see the coming of our latter days,
and we can sing yesterday’s songs
at each new dawn,
and sing them again and again and again,
and add new words at each new sunset…
May 8, 2017
I confess, I didn’t forget to get a card—I couldn’t find a card that I wanted to give. You can guess whose birthday I was celebrating. I decided to write a birthday poem that doesn’t actually mention “birthday” and skips all the smarmy stuff and doesn’t bother with the “you’re only as old as you feel” stuff and the “omigawd, how many candles are on your cake?” stuff. A birthday is a day in our lives. We celebrate our lives together. Every day.
My poem “I forgot to get a card…” was published in my fifth collection of 53 poems, My first name was rain: A dreamery of poems. You can buy it on Amazon (paperback and Kindle), or get it free in Kindle Unlimited (search for “Richard Carl Subber”).
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My poetry. Copyright © Richard Carl Subber 2023 All rights reserved.
A poet is a “maker”
…and it doesn’t have to rhyme…
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