Sarah Leigh Fogleman (a.k.a. Ally Carter), the American author was quoted as saying:
“I thought about how there are two types of secrets: the kind you want to keep in, and the kind you don’t dare let out.”
The former kind of secret was the theme of this story.
It all began on November 22, 1963, the day President John F. Kennedy was assassinated in Dallas, Texas. History tells us that one of the witnesses to the president’s murder was a woman who we have since nicknamed, “Babushka Lady.” The name is derived from the headscarf she wore, one similar to those worn by elderly Russian women.
History also tells us that “Babushka Lady” has never been identified.
But in Wil Mara’s fictional world, she is identified as Margaret Baker, a devotee of President Kennedy who skips out on work to take in the historical occasion of the presidential visit.
The headscarf (and coat) were too heavy for such a warm day. But Baker wasn’t wearing them for warmth, she was wearing them as a disguise. She was playing hooky from work and couldn’t afford for anyone to recognize her and report her to her boss, Dr. Lomax that his receptionist was not at work because of John F. Kennedy. Margaret knew that her boss, a demanding and often unreasonable man, would never knowingly allow her to spend even a portion of her workday at the presidential parade for Kennedy.
Dr. Lomax didn’t like President Kennedy, so much so in fact, that when he heard of the visit, he announced to his staff that the best thing that could happen is that Air Force One went down in a fiery blaze.
So Margaret Baker called in sick that day, donned her disguise and waited on Elm Street for the president’s limousine to come into view.
She chose a location that was much less crowded than many of the other streets along the parade route. Most people lined Main Street, since the motorcade would follow this street for many blocks. But the parade had one very unusual part of its route, just when Main Street intersected with Houston Street, the motorcade took a right turn, and then almost immediately made a very sharp left turn onto Elm Street, at Dealey Plaza, just past the Texas School Book Depository…
Most of the parade goers assumed the motorcade would continue straight on Main Street, so Elm was lightly populated.
So there Margaret stood, wearing her raincoat and headscarf and in her pocket a 8mm Paillard Bolex movie camera.
Next, Mara uses his word crafting skill to transport us to the Dealey Plaza of November 22, 1963…
“As the crowd’s roar continued to rise, Margaret reached into the pocket of her overcoat and took out the 8mm Paillard Bolex…she’d bought a virgin reel earlier in the week and loaded it just before she left the house that morning…
The cheering reached a near-deafening pitch, and she switched the unit on. Looking right, she saw the motorcycle flanked procession ease off main and onto Houston…then Kennedy’s 1961 Lincoln Continental appeared…its two fender mounted flags – Stars and Stripes to the left, the presidential seal on the right – flapping madly.
As soon as the president came into view, her eyes locked onto him. It was surreal to see the flesh-and-blood man in such close proximity. He was smiling and waving into the afternoon sunshine. The handsome young king among his subjects, she thought. When he used his left hand to sweep his chestnut hair off his forehead in that familiar way, her heart jumped.
The limo turned left off Houston and started down Elm, rolling ever closer. She was aware of a near-hypnotic feeling of fulfillment, to the point where she was no longer conscious of the Bolex camera in her hand. She might not have remembered it until the president was long gone if not for a woman close to her shrieking,
‘Oh, oh, look at Jackie! Look how beautiful she is!’
Snapping out of the trance, Margaret brought the Bolex up and activated it. Margaret kept the president and his wife in the center of the frame. She’d always had a steady hand and had been pleased with her film work in the past.
Between the sunlight and the unobstructed view, she thought, this should come out really well…
She continued to follow her subject through the lens, waiting for him to turn back, urging him to do so through sheer willpower. Then –
POP!
A sharp, firecracker-type sound echoed through the plaza…
Then the second one, she saw him raise his hands to his throat…
Margaret froze, uncertain what was happening, and the camera kept rolling…
When the third shot arrived, the right side of the president’s head blew out in a gruesome cascade of bone and tissue, she gasped audibly…
She finally looked up, the camera still held in place, and witnessed something that would replay in her nightmares for weeks to come – Jackie Kennedy, resplendent in her pink Chanel suit and matching pillbox hat, crawling on all fours across the trunk…in shocked hysteria, trying to retrieve parts of her husband’s brain and skull…
‘No…dear Lord, please…’
The limo’s engine roared as it picked up speed and zoomed off…
The crowd around her was now migrating to the other side of Elm. Margaret began moving forward, barely aware her legs were in motion. Everything had become dreamy and muted, like being underwater…
What snapped her back to reality was the scatter of red spots on the macadam. The sight of John Kennedy’s blood, like paint flicked off a too-soaked brush, brought her to a halt…
She moved to avoid stepping in it and kept going…
The clips I cobbled together above are but the “Reader’s Digest” version of how atmospheric this sequence was. There were many other mentally “picturesque” moments in this book.
I was also intrigued by the whole idea of very big secrets and the price one pays when they decide to keep them, the burden those secrets place on their life and in some cases the lives of the next generation. Mara spends time on building on this theme in the book.
Aside from that, I was held captive by the powerful pull of this story. Every page, every scene, every chapter had my full attention.
A study in one of the hardest, most unforgiving tragedies in modern history and the ways that the malleable, frail human being is bent and broken against it.
A wonderfully engrossing story from start to finish!