I love this story of William Sheppard, an African-American Presbyterian missionary in the Congo who was the first to expose the atrocities being committed by the Belgian King Leopold in the Congo Free State. I have read criticisms of this book elsewhere that take Kennedy to task for speculating too much on Sheppard's views and state of mind, etc, supposedly rather than researching. I think these criticisms are bogus; I didn't have that problem with it at all, and I tend to be pretty irritated at poorly-researched accounts. There's a boatload of references that will serve me well in future readings about the Congo, and I do believe Kennedy got well into the material available; as far as I am concerned, the historiography is sound. Less importantly, but significantly, at times Kennedy is a magnificent stylist.
A wonderful account of the pleasures and terrors of history, and stirringly told.