To state the obvious first: this is an absolute monster of a book. I spent literally half a year reading it, and now that I’m done I have to say it was time well spent. Arthur Schlesinger presents an obsessively detailed biography of Bobby Kennedy, but despite its length and its attention to detail about topics that might seem rather dry on paper, I was never bored reading this book. And now obviously the fact that Bobby Kennedy is one of my favourite historical figures of all time contributes to that, but Schlesinger is also a clever and funny writer.
One thing to be aware of going into this as a work of nonfiction is of course that Arthur Schlesinger and Kennedy had a fairly close relationship - professionally and personally - so this is not exactly an unbiased account. Schlesinger is very transparent about this from the very beginning, not only because he sometimes cites from his own diary entries or letters and also brings up some pretty funny commentary and anecdotes involving himself. He also takes care to point out where he personally disagreed with Kennedy, frankly describes the situations in which Kennedy did not come out looking great, and quotes plenty of people who criticized him to make for a fair, well-rounded biography. As he puts it, the last thing Bobby would have wanted is a hagiography, which rings true enough based on the things I already knew about him going in and even more so after finishing this book. And I do think that Schlesinger succeeds in that, though it remains obvious that this is a work of someone who had a lot of love and admiration for Bobby Kennedy the person as well as Bobby Kenney the politician. Which is not criticism coming from me, but definitely something to be aware of.
Schlesinger’s closeness to the Kennedy administration and family also brings the big advantage that he could draw on a lot of primary sources: interviews and direct correspondence with plenty of the people who worked in the White House during the Kennedy and Johnson administrations or from RFK’s time as Attorney General, as senator and from the campaign trail in ‘68 (on Bobby’s but also McCarthy’s team), other political figures of the time like George McGovern, members of the FBI and CIA, newspapermen and activists who encountered Bobby in the sixties, and so on. Perhaps the coolest thing is that Ethel (who is still alive, as I remembered in shock every once in while during my time reading, and also apparently an awful travel companion) allowed him access to Bobby’s personal correspondence. Needless to say this adds a lot to the book.
Sometimes the book also betrays its age. It was published barely ten years after the assassination. The most startling reminder of that for me was the brief, almost callous mention of Rosemary Kennedy, whose entire story in the book is boiled down to “It had become sadly clear that rosemary, falling farther and farther behind, would live more tranquilly with the nuns in a wisconsin convent.” Considering that we now know that she was forced to undergo a lobotomy, this naturally sounds absolutely fucking insane, but that wasn’t public knowledge until years after the book was published, so it’s very possible that Schlesinger simply didn’t know.
Aside from that, Robert Kennedy and His Times is a very comprehensive narrative of, well. Robert Kennedy and his times. You get plenty of factual info about his childhood, his studies and his travels, his relationship with his family (especially his father and his brother Jack), his career first as campaign manager for Jack and later as Attorney General, his time in the senate, and his controversial run for presidency, but the many personal memories from a whole host of people and his personal correspondence also allow an incredibly fascinating look into what Bobby was like as a person.
The main takeaway from this book is that he was incredibly fucking funny. Like full on hilarious. Some of the quotes in this book are just laugh out loud funny. If you only know one thing about Bobby Kennedy, it should be that he made the most godawful jokes of all time, and I have to respect him for that. Getting back to the serious stuff though, Hector Lopez is quoted near the end of this massive biography saying something that to me is not only what first made me interested in Bobby Kennedy but also the essence of this book: “What can you call Bobby? ‘the last of the great liberals?’ He wouldn’t have liked that. I know he wouldn’t. I guess I’d have to say he was ‘the last of the great believables.’” Reading this book, you truly get the sense of Robert Kennedy as a controversial figure, and it becomes understandable why he inspired so much passion - positive and negative - in people at the time, which I think can sometimes be tough when you learn about his political positions (especially as a non-american) because they don’t seem very outlandish or radical for the most part. But it becomes clear just how much he genuinely cared, and in the cynical world of politics that feels like an increasingly rare type of person.
The breadth of material is honestly astonishing, but it does make reading the middle part of the book a tiny bit complicated, simply because so many things are happening at the same time, especially during the JFK presidency while Bobby is Attorney General. Schlesinger approaches this problem by organizing the book by topic instead of following a strict chronology. Looking at it after finishing the book, this is probably the right approach considering that a strictly chronological telling would have meant a LOT of jumping around from Cuba to labour to civil rights to Vietnam to poverty to the mob and the CIA to Latin America and so forth, which probably would have been confusing and also might have caused some background info to fall to the wayside. Unfortunately, this means that it’s a little harder to get a complete picture of what RFK is up to at any given time, since the chapters focusing so intently on one thing does make it feel like HE’S also focusing on this one thing even though you technically know as the reader that he’s also doing a million other things simultaneously. To his credit, Schlesinger is clearly aware of this pitfall and tries his best to mitigate it occasionally (e. g. while writing about the Cuban Missile Crisis he situates it in the context of all the other things he already described in previous chapters that are happening basically simultaneously). Still, it’s something I had to periodically remind myself of while reading.
The ending was also quite abrupt. Now a biography ending with the subject’s death is not entirely surprising or unreasonable, especially since the book was written so shortly after Kennedy’s death, but I do think as a complete biography it would have benefited from at least a short chapter on his influence and/or posthumous reception. It’s totally understandable that Schlesinger doesn’t wade into the circumstances surrounding the assassination itself with all the conspiracy around it but also on a personal level as someone who has not just lost a friend but also a political figure of great importance, but a final chapter would have served to round out the reading experience a little.
Once again I’ve managed to write a massive review for a book I’m rating 5 stars and mostly gone on about the faults I did find within it. WHOOPS. But honestly I was just kind of afraid of getting too deep into my own Bobby Kennedy biography, because if anything this book just made him rise in my estimation. He remains my great real life political figure white whale because like. What IF he had survived. I NEED to know (though as a political hero, one of the great “believables”, I suppose you could say he almost benefits from not having become president, because he never had to deliver on those promises). This is a fascinating book about a super fascinating person. Sure, it’s long and a big time commitment, but there is SO much in here. Funny stuff, infuriating stuff, thought-provoking stuff, and just some cool fun facts. I don’t regret reading it at all. (And PLEASE someone come and talk to me abt Bobby Kennedy. I'm begging. Please do not leave me alone in this insanity)