It takes considerable talent, of a sort, to render the eventful and significant life and bombastic character of Thaddeus Stevens into a two-dimensional cutout. In that respect, I must give Trefousse credit, because this biography is just about as exciting as a Mormon adult bookstore.
Oh, he has carefully researched the facts of Stevens' life and meticulously translated them into a chronological narrative. However, along the way, he has completely eviscerated any trace of the charisma and drive which led this self-made, clubfooted second son of an alcoholic Vermont dirt farmer to become "the dictator of Congress" and foil to America's greatest President.
Thad Stevens was a force of nature. Tommy Lee Jones' masterful portrayal in the movie LINCOLN has perhaps jaundiced my perspective on this workmanlike but boring biography. Still, Stevens' whole life was something of a contradiction, and Trefousse's Joe Friday "Just The Facts, Ma'am" biography simply cannot compete with the presence of such an iconic image in the popular imagination.
Sometimes modern biographers rush in where angels fear to tread, especially when it comes to psychoanalysing historical figures. But if any American historical figure begs to be analysed, it is Thaddeus Stevens.
The subject was a consummate politician who began his career in a fringe party, the Anti-Masons. It will surprise a good many regular viewers of The History Channel to learn that the modern conspiracy theorists are simply the heirs of earlier, more zealous and equally insane groups. Throughout his very long political career, Stevens proved himself adept at forging coalitions with some of the worst xenophobes America has produced. Yet throughout this byzantine succession of sometimes incendiary alliances, there burned a very pure and almost heroic abolitionist passion.
Trefousse does not attempt to identify the source of this passion. He relates the events of Stevens' life, including some rather lurid accusations of having murdered his pregnant negro mistress in Gettysburg, a rumour which dogged him until the day he died, with all the drama of US NEWS & WORLD REPORT. Such bland reportage, especially regarding events which simple cry for elucidation, eventually becomes maddening for the reader.
Mrs. Smith, Stevens' devoted mulatto housekeeper and hostess for almost thirty years, is given less than a page in Trefousse's book. I am not interested in a Kitty Kelly "tell-all" biographies of our great men, but it seems that the exact nature of the liaison between Mrs. Smith and Congressman Stevens would be a fairly significant historical subject. What could be established definitely about the exact nature of Stevens' private passions might serve to clarify his political positions, especially in this case.
Even Stevens' bout with alopecia is marginalized in this biography. For a lifelong cripple who became an active man noted for his youthful good looks, the loss of his hair at age thirty-five must have been devastating. After all, he compensated by wearing a wig for the remainder of his days, even during times when being bald was not a social stigma. The nature itself of the very illness which resulted in the disfiguring hair loss is glossed over, yet most readers who commit themselves to reading an entire biography might be presumed to find such details of interest.
There is an infuriating catalogue of names dispersed throughout the biography. These names probably mean a great deal to graduate students writing arcane dissertations on Pennsylvania politics in the Jacksonian Era. However, the casual reader is apt to find them distracting, as I did, and sometimes even downright superfluous.
I will give the book a second reading, simply because my eyes were glazed over for much of the first. There is a part of me which finds Thaddeus Stevens to be absolutely compelling, for when I was boy growing up in Tennessee, his name was synonymous with Satan. As I became a man, my innate disgust for Stevens transmuted into sympathy and finally admiration. Nothing in this book either reaffirmed my admiration or caused me to revisit my earlier prejudices. Perhaps I missed some enlightening quality in this biography which has led me to be unfair to its author.
NINETEENTH CENTURY EGALITARIAN (a great choice for a title, one which I now cynically suspect was the choice of an editor) was a great disappointment for me. All the things I wanted to learn about who Thaddeus Stevens actually was, remain yet unknown. Trefousse informed me, in meticulous detail, about exactly what he did and when he did it, but the biographer left me ill-informed about why Stevens did those things and what he hoped to achieve.
I think Thaddeus Stevens was a contradiction. Unlike Lincoln, he could be mean-spirited, vindictive and petty. Like Lincoln, he was capable of great eloquence and benevolence. He did not possess Lincoln's poetic nature, but he could rise to the heights of an Elijah or Isaiah. Stevens himself, at the end of his life, declared himself a failure and thought his only enduring achievement was the establishment of the public school system in Pennsylvania. History has proved to be more generous.That he did more than almost any single American of the nineteenth century, Lincoln excepted, to end the evil of slavery in America is now beyond dispute.
I just want to know why! Tefousse's book, in that respect, was no help.