The author of the very good book, Manhunt: The 12-Day Chase for Lincoln’s Killer, sticks with that same time period, the spring of 1865, and chronicles Abraham Lincoln’s final days, murder and extended funeral in parallel with the plight, escape from Richmond, journey south and capture of his Confederate counterpart, Jefferson Davis. These separate historic events taking place as the Civil War concluded.
Swanson also uses the same narrative style he used in Manhunt to tell these two “stories”; utilizing anecdotes and first-hand accounts, back-filling with brief biographical sketches; and highlighting excerpts from, letters, handbills, newspapers and diaries. This wealth of historical detail works some of the time, but unfortunately not all – particularly during the middle of the book. The narrative becomes bogged down with both the 1300+ mile journey of Lincoln’s funeral train – each individual “stop” along the way touching and poignant in its own way, but all very similar in general; and Davis’ journey south, staying one step ahead of the Union Army, meeting with mixed reaction from the southern populace; shunned in one town, embraced in another; until his final capture in Georgia. Although I understand that this critique is much easier to highlight than to solve, there are more than a few narrative “lulls” in Bloody Crimes.
On the positive side the author provides very good portraits of Lincoln and Davis, who although were very different men, shared several common – albeit at times tragic – experiences, i.e. as young men the loss of their first “true loves” to disease and the deaths of beloved sons while serving in the executive office. The reader is also privy to the personal lives of both men, including their relationships with and behavior of their respective spouses. Mrs. Davis – Varina – at times understandably panicked as she fled Richmond with her young children and leaving her husband behind, somehow managed to keep her head and was always highly functional. A quitter she was not.
Mrs. Lincoln - Mary Todd – is not portrayed in such a flattering light. She is described by the author as “mercurial, jealous, insulting, rude, selfish, deceitful, paranoid, financially dishonest and, without doubt, mentally unbalanced.” (An “opinion” I have no problems with.) And Swanson highlights more than a few “examples” to back his words up. For instance, she left Tad, the youngest Lincoln son, “home alone” the night his father was shot and in the subsequent days selfishly played games with where her husband would be buried. These later “antics” while the nation mourned and much resource monopolized in the planning and execution of the cross-country funeral train; the First Widow dithering with petty concerns about which town and more importantly who “deserved” the resting place of the beloved President. To compound the issue Mary did not travel with her husband’s remains, holing up in the Executive Mansion, while the new President, Andrew Johnson, carried on his duties from a hotel room.
Mary has always been a Lincoln conundrum with many previous authors/books either glossing over her faults or attempting to defend her tantrums, spending habits and at times downright irrational behavior as “temperamental”. It’s refreshing to read an account with the proverbial “bark off”.
On the down side, some readers may cringe at the lesser, but grisly details supplied here, i.e. Lincoln’s autopsy and the state of his corpse as it traveled cross-country. And lastly, this reader found a few instances where less info would have sufficed. Four or five pages are spent describing the scene outside Ford’s Theater just after Lincoln was shot, including the hypothetical narrative that the ensuing panic mimicked that of a fire. We all know what happened inside the theater and it wasn’t a fire.
These over-padded moments are frequent enough to impede the narrative. An interesting read, but nowhere near as engaging as Manhunt.