The Glorious Deception is a great title for a book examining the life of William Robinson, as his life was always a deception on some level or other. For much of the time reading the book, I felt that the deception was actually glorious, but by the end it was just pathetic. Turns out that creating a chaotic, complicated personal life doesn't lead one to happiness. Shocking.
This book is not full of great prose. If you're looking for some amazingly written, fun-to-read non-fiction, look elsewhere. Jim Steinmeyer's writing is good enough to move the story along, but often his word choices feel forced and calculated. It was a smidgen distracting for me. He did a good enough job describing the magic and the stage in a way that felt factual, but I never felt like I was THERE.
Writing style aside, the book is a glimpse into the fascinating, successful, tragic, pathetic life of a great magician during the golden age of magic. You know, back in the day when they used to pretend that magic was real and people totally bought it. William Robinson might have been the most skilled, learned magician who couldn't make it as himself on stage. So he invented a character and almost overnight became a star. Genius.
When I started learning about this guy's life, I assumed that it would be cleaner than it really was. But no. The guy had a wife and kid he abandoned. His parents raised the daughter that he sired just months after marrying his first wife. He ditched the devoted life partner that he'd been with for all of his stage career in favor of some young pretty thing. He became a father of 3 children that he didn't care to spend much time with (though he did actually financially support this batch). And as if all that wasn't enough, he was treacherous, dishonest, short-tempered and untrustworthy in his professional life! It's a bit much.
By the end I just felt bad for the guy. What a spectacularly pathetic life.