An exhaustive look at the Crime of Century: The Infamous Lindbergh Baby Kidnapping.
With The Case That Never Dies, historian Lloyd C. Gardner offers an exhaustive look at the infamous Lindbergh kidnapping case, tracing the abduction of the superstar aviator’s infant son from the bedroom of his Hopewell, NJ, home right through the byzantine labyrinth of the subsequent investigation and on to the arrest, trial and execution of Bruno Richard Hauptmann, the only man convicted of the crime. Gardner leaves no stone unturned as he plumbs a twisted knot of Lindbergh confidantes, con men, law-enforcement agencies, lawyers, witnesses, newspaper men, psychics, and forensics ‘experts’ (and I use that term loosely) as he painstakingly recreates the case detail-by-detail, twist-by-turn.
When it’s all said and done, perhaps the most striking result is where my sympathies lay. First, obviously, is with the Lindberghs (particularly mother Anne) coping with the abduction and murder of their son and at the same plagued by a circus of squabbling lawmen and civilian shysters, leeching onto the cause célèbre of ‘getting the baby Eaglet back’ but more often concerned with their own thinly veiled quests for personal self-aggrandizement. It is true that Lindbergh’s best intentions may have only added fuel to the morbid fire of the carnival, but it’s hard to second guess him. What would you do to get your child back? Probably anything.
But the other set of participants who come across as extremely sympathetic are, oddly enough, the Hauptmanns themselves (again, particularly Richard’s wife, Anna). While it’s hard to excuse Richard Hauptmann entirely – his garage was, after all, pretty well full of Lindbergh ransom money and he was never quite able to explain some pretty shady financial dealings – it’s also impossible to believe that he masterminded and executed the kidnapping, murder, and extortion plot independently. Railroaded by police and prosecutors – who beat him in jail, led a key witness to suicide, selectively considered (and occasionally manufactured) evidence, and denied his defense team the basic tenets of due process – Hauptmann ends up feeling like the quintessential fall guy. It’s hard not to empathize with his plight and the recounting of his execution is heart-wrenching reading.
(Of course, at the other end of spectrum, it’s Prosecutor David Wilentz, Chief Defender Edward J. Reilly, and Judge Thomas Trenchard, who ratchet themselves to the top of the vileness scale. Pompous, bombastic, biased, and bullying, the three of then seemed to collude toward a Hauptmann conviction (either by design or stupidity) that would put the whole sordid affair as quickly behind them as they could get it. The result seemed based not-at-all on fairness, not a search for the truth, but the requirement of a conviction – with the added bonus of piling just a bit more fat on their monster egos.)
Since this is the only Lindbergh book I've read, other writers may slant things a bit differently, but Gardner feels scrupulously objective. As histories go, it’s hard to imagine a better, more complete recounting of this tragic event. (In fact, truth-be-told, there are places where I daresay the narrative dips a little too deep into the handwriting and wood-comparison details, becoming pretty dry reading). More of Gardner himself in the narrative would have helped too; his opinions and disbelief at the behavior of some of the participants helped not only with clarifying the story but also brought a little extra punch to the text. Still, even with these flaws, The Case That Never Dies, is pretty much all the average reader needs to know about what was the ‘Crime of Century’ and all the controversies that still surround it.