Here we go again, where H.G. rants about a Hamilton-related book.
I maybe went into this book a little biased - after "Alex and Eliza", which I truly and sincerely disliked, I was not really open to the idea of another revolution romance book between these two. However, this one went into their later lives as well, so I was a little more open to it - since that was always the period of their relationship I actually wanted to read about. This book is basically broken into three parts: the Revolution, the time Alexander spends as Treasury Secretary, and the years between that and the duel (an issue we'll get back to later). The entire thing is narrated, as the cover imples, by Eliza, which means there's none of the annoying back-and-forth that we got from "Alex and Eliza."
So I started the book, and we open up with scenes set during the Revolution. Alexander visits the Schuyler Mansion to attend one of their parties and bring news about how everyone has disparate views of Eliza's father because of a recent battle. Eliza is ticked off, but eventually when they spend maybe ten, maybe fifteen minutes alone together, she simply cannot resist the charm in his blue-green (blue-green? *glances at biography stating blue-violet) eyes. They become friends, and he says he will call her Betsey, to stand apart from the rest of her friends who merely call her Eliza. Alexander leaves, Eliza waves goodbye, and we skip two years.
Two years later, Alexander and the other officers and soldiers in the Revolution are camped at Morristown, near to the residence of Eliza's aunt and uncle. They invite her to their home to spend a few months, and Eliza and her father set out in a carriage with her slave (referred to, like all slaves in this book, as "A Negro") and her trunks. The entire ride there, Eliza speculates about meeting Alexander again, while her father tells her that he will not object to their marriage if she desires it. Considering they've only met once, this seems to be... rushing things. Just a tiny bit.
Once Eliza settles in Morristown, her aunt reveals that the literal only reason she invited Eliza here was so that she could meet Alexander again, and drills her in all the ways that she will have to win his apparently worldly heart. Ignore the fact they've only met once. Ignore the fact that he's probably sleeping around, if town gossip is to be trusted. Ignore John Laurens - oh, wait, Scott already ignores John Laurens. No problem, then. After a few staged and awkward encounters, Alexander and Eliza have been reunited and have fallen in insta-love, knowing that they are so right for each other that there is literally no stupid pet name he cannot call her by. On page 62, they swear their undying love in the moonlight and make out near a house full of people who are probably staring out the window going "What the heck". Alexander wants to marry her. Eliza loves this idea. Roll credits. Oh wait, we're not even to page 100 yet.
The two spend the rest of the war with this repetitive cycle of "Alas, when shall we be able to get married?" during which they write each other practically every day and Eliza cries frequently. When they're together, they do practically nothing except cuddle and talk about (in albiet flowery and uncrude language) how much they want to get married so they can have sex. Ick. At long last the wait is over, they do get married, we are treated to a very uncomfortable few pages that explain how the couple spend an entire two days in bed after their wedding night, and then Alexander goes back to fighting. For a few more chapters, we return to the letters and the sporadic returns Alexander can make. At one point, Eliza and Alexander share a house near the fighting, but this ends pretty quickly as things heat up with battles, and she goes home. Finally her father wakes her up in the middle of the night so all the Schuylers can hold a midnight fiesta (apparently in Eliza's room, since her mother is sitting in a chair by her bed for some reason) to celebrate that THE WAR IS OVER! BREAK OUT THE SPARKLING CIDER AND ENDLESS TOASTS TO HIS EXCELLENCY!!!! YAAAAAAAAAAY!!!! (So it wasn't exactly like that when Eliza was woken up. That was the aftermath which continued for another chapter at least.) Everything is good now - Alexander's alive, Eliza's had a baby, and the happy couple has engaged in a truly spectacular make-out session. Roll credits. Wait, we're still not done.
From here we move into the second third of the book. I won't descibe the transition to this, mostly because I don't really remember it, even though I just finished the book yesterday. The entire second third blurred together for me, and I can't say it left two much of an impression.
At any rate, Alexander and Eliza are head-over-heels in love and living in a tiny little house while Alexander tries to make it big as a lawyer. (Spoiler alert: he makes it as a lawyer and they move into this freaking huge house that Eliza often worries is too small). The second third is pretty repetitive, and even though it's accurate and Scott obviously did an enormous amount of research, I still wish she had found a way to spice this portion up. Throughout the second third, we are treated to a description of all Alexander's deeds, as seen through Eliza's supportive and unimportant eyes. Paragraph after paragraph read like Wikipedia has been thrown up by a lovesick anime schoolgirl, interrupted by scenes of Alexander and Eliza curled up in bed talking about their day. Eliza usually reveals that she is pregnant at this book. She's pregnant basically the entire book. Also coloring this portion of the book are visits from Eliza's beloved sister Angelica, who is flamboyant, wealthy, and probably sleeping with Alexander. When she manages to make it across the sea, she and Eliza angst together, she and Alexander flirt in french, and then she leaves and Eliza angsts alone.
All this goes on for quite some time - Alexander's deeds, Eliza's pregnant, Angelica comes and goes, repeat - and it gets a little tedious. One thing I can't complain about though is the fact that Scott is a really really good writer. Her prose (and there is quite a lot of it) is flowy and reads well, if a little simply (which fits Eliza). Her dialogue is a little less dazzling, and I often found it hard to imagine real people saying some of the stuff she had written. Granted, it was the 18th Century. But still. In spite of all this, I didn't mind the second third. I actually kind of liked it, and devoured most of it in a single sitting late at night. It lost me at some points, but the writing and research were both good, so I wasn't ranting and screaming like for the other two thirds.
Finally out of love for Eliza and his fifty million adorable kids, Alexander resigns his post as Treasury Secretary. Roll credits - wait, no, there's more. This is like "Return of the King" all over again. At long last we move into the final third of the book. Throughout this third, Alexander has a lot of kindergarten fights with his various enemies - Thomas Jefferson, James Madison, James Monroe, John Adams, the entire United States (minus NYC), the world, the universe at large, God, Aaron Burr - basically, there is pretty much no one Alexander hasn't offended. Eliza continues to have kids or to take in others, such as a little girl named Fanny Antill, or the refugee son of the Marquis de Lafayette. Considering that Lafayette was Alexander's close friend, I was a little disappointed that he didn't get any screentime, and even more that his son was sort of in and out of their house. But I digress.
Against Eliza's far better judgement, Alexander keeps sending out pamphlets and rebukes and whatnot. He does this in the second third, too, but here his stupidity knows no bounds, and he comes *this close* to getting involved in a duel at least twenty times. Ever-pregnant Eliza is concerned to no end. Finally things go from bad to worse when James Monroe and other enemies claim that Alexander has been embezzling from the government, and to dissaude this, Alexander writes the infamous Reynolds Pamphlet. He brings home his original copy so Eliza can read it before the world at large. Eliza does, and this is where I started hating this book again (gratned, I hated the Revolution third too). Eliza is mollified when Alexander's pamphlet explains that he had an affair. She flees the house with her baby and goes to Angelica's, since Angelica has at last settled permanenetly. There, she cries, and Angelica reveals that she already knew (how is never quite revealed). Throughout the five pages it takes for Eliza to forgive Alexander, she declaims Maria Reynolds, the mistress, as everything from "harlot" to "whore", ungenorous terms, esspecially from someone so sweet as Eliza. She and Scott try to pass over the infidelity as "Oh, but it was a trap set by Madison, so it's okay", and very quickly, Eliza and Alexander are back in love and the pamphlet is never discussed again. Roll credits - or not.
I hated that, because by that point the story was no longer about Eliza - not that it ever had been. The first third was about the fact that love and desire triumph all. The second was about Alexander. This part had just shown that Eliza literally serves no purpose in this narrative except to be The Wife tm, and no matter what awful thing Alexander did, there would always be forgiveness, because literally nothing in Eliza's life was more important than this man and their love. I so completely despised that. It was an eraser swiping across Eliza. Forget about the other characters Scott erased, like my dead gay son John Laurens, like all of the slaves who served as decorations in the background, like every other wife in the story, like Maria Reynolds, like my sense of innocence. By now, the main character too had fallen prey to the giant red "YOU DO NOT MATTER" eraser. I wanted to see Eliza's strength. I wanted to watch her go through a process to forgive Alexander, and I definitely wanted her to forgive Maria. But there was neither process nor forgiveness for the "strumpet", as Maria was also called. There was just triumphant overwhelming fake consuming insta-love that lasted all these years and could not even now be broken. In the words of my editor, gag me with a spoon.
The book wraps up with more and more sad things happening - Aaron Burr wrecks one of Alexander's projects, Philip, the eldest Hamilton son, dies within the course of two hundred words, Eliza joins an amazing charity and that fact is glossed over quickly, their daughter goes insane (not in that order). Finally, Alexander and Eliza are alone a few pages after losing their son and daughter to death and madness, and Alexander reminds Eliza that he will always love her and whatnot. By now things with Aaron Burr are pretty bad, but not so bad that Eliza has any idea that anything's going on. (Something's going on? Good thing I know history or I would be confused too.) Alexander delivers the "best of wives and best of women" line. We all cry. Next page, a friend rides up to tell Eliza that Alexander has been shot. Eliza goes to him, sits crying, brings in her children to say goodbye, and then he dies. Cut to afterword where she reinstates the title for no reason. Roll credits - wait, WHAT?
The book ends there. We get an afterword from Scott describing the things Eliza did later in life. H.G. fumes.
Because by making the book end with the death instead of the amazing things Eliza did, Scott has literally confirmed my suspcions that this book is all about Alexander, not his incredible wife. Eliza is a prop, and now we have no chance to see her as anything else. I felt robbed and angry and terribly sorry for Eliza, who, thanks to that big eraser, no longer exists. This book is not about an incredible woman. It's not even really about triumphant love, though it seems that way at times. This book is all about glorifying a man who didn't really deserve it for those latter two thirds, a man who cannot fall from grace, because no matter how far over the edge he goes, Eliza will always be able to grab him and haul him back up.
So I am disappointed. And I am really sick and tired of all this.
Someone write a book about John Laurens, for God's sake. Someone write a book about the Revolution that I don't despise. Someone write about Eliza post-duel, Eliza and her steadfast love, Eliza and her refusal to let Alexander's memory die, Eliza and her charities, ELIZA, not Eliza-the-wife. I want to read that. I want to read something that is true, and fair, and good.
And if no one else will write it, I swear to God I will.