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864 pages, Paperback
First published January 1, 1995
Let me propose, then, that a mystery of the immense dimensions of Oswald’s case will, in the writing, create a form of its own somewhere between fiction and non-fiction. Technically, this book fits into the latter category – it is most certainly not fiction. The author did his best to make up no dialogue himself and attribute no private motives to his real characters unless he was careful to label all such as speculation. Still, it is a peculiar form of non-fiction, since not only interviews, documents, newspaper accounts, intelligence files, recorded dialogues, and letters are employed, but speculations as well. The author’s musings become some of the operative instruments…The result can be seen, therefore, as a special species of non-fiction that can be put under the rubric of mystery. That is because all means of inquiry have to be available when one is steering one’s way through a cloud…
“It is virtually not assimilable to our reason that a small lonely man felled a giant in the midst of his limousines, his legions, his throng, and his security. If such a non-entity destroyed the leader of the most powerful nation on earth, then a world of disproportion engulfs us, and we live in a universe that is absurd. So the question reduces us itself to some degree: If we should decide that Oswald killed Kennedy by himself, let us try to comprehend whether he was an assassin with a vision or a killer without one. We must not only look at Oswald from many points of view—first Russian and soon American—but even try to perceive him through bureaucratic lenses. All too often, that is all we have. Let us recognize, however, that it makes some difference to our commonwealth, each and every time, whether an act of murder is visionless and mindless or is a cry of wrath that rises from a skewed heart maddened by its own vision of injustice.”
“We have come at least to the philosophical crux of our inquiry: It would state that the sudden death of a man as large in his possibilities as John Fitzgerald Kennedy is more tolerable if we can perceive his killer as tragic rather than absurd.”
“Given the yeast-like propensities of conspiracy to expand and expand as one looks to buttress each explanation, it can hardly be difficult for the reader to understand why it is more agreeable to keep one’s developing concept of Oswald as a protagonist, a man to whom, grudgingly, we must give a bit of stature when we take into account the modesty of his origins. That, to repeat, can provide us with a sense of the tragic rather than of the absurd. If a figure as large as Kennedy is cheated abruptly of his life, we feel better, if his killer is also not without size. Then, to some degree, we can also mourn the loss of possibility in the man who did the deed. Tragedy is vastly preferable to absurdity. Such is the vested interest that adheres to perceiving Oswald as a tragic and infuriating hero (or, if you will, anti-hero) rather than as a snarling little wife abuser or a patsy.”
It is a direct head-on shot with the target growing steadily in size…on the other hand, trained professionals are staring at the Book Depository windows from the lead car in the motorcade, and police on motorcycles are scouring the building with their eyes. A sniper’s instinct would probably pull him back into relative darkness…But Mailer begins about four years earlier, with Oswald's arrival in the USSR in October 1959 which has the effect of encouraging readers to temporarily forget what we know, or think we know, about Oswald, and to see him as the Soviets must have: inexplicable. And then we remember that he is inexplicable, that the ambiguities of his life have never really been resolved. In the early 90s, after the end of the Soviet Union, Mailer traveled to both Moscow and Minsk to read declassified KGB documents and to interview people who had known Oswald, 30 years earlier. There are some interesting anecdotes here; a former co-worker of Oswald’s, for example, remembers that they’d once gone rabbit hunting together; when a rabbit jumped out unexpectedly from a bush, Oswald became startled and shot into the air, missing the rabbit by a wide margin. Bill Hicks might have found that interesting. But then again, as Mailer puts it later, "Why should we ascribe any more consistency to a man with a gun...than we would expect from a professional basketball player whose accuracy often varies dramatically from night to night?"
...ambition, deceit, a sense of mission, and the untold frustration of an abrupt death just as a long-held dream of personal prominence is about to unfold.His mother could have driven just about anyone to murder, or at least to eastern Europe, but in many ways he's pathetic. He's a narcissist, a burden to every person and agency he comes in contact with (the officers' volleyball team even lost to the GRU), and he physically abuses his wife, Marina. His political and ideological convictions seem to change on a dime, but it's always got to be something; an absolute conviction, a crusade. As Eric Hoffer wrote of his archetypal "true believer", "he is a homeless hitchhiker on the highways of the universe, thumbing a ride on any eternal cause that drives by. He cannot be convinced, only converted." He also seems to fit FBI profiler John Douglas's "assassin personality": the misfit whose alienation precedes any ideological conviction, who assigns himself a mission out of desperation. The most sympathetic person in the book has to be Marina, who left her family, friends and country to be with him. Who could ever have imagined the infamy? "What is left of what was once her beauty", Mailer writes,
are her extraordinary eyes, blue as diamonds, and they blaze with light as if, in divine compensation for the dead weight of all that will not cease to haunt her, she has been granted a spark from the hour of an apocalypse others have not seen.And 30 years after her husband slept through his alarm (he almost always woke up before, and turned it off so as not to disturb her) and without telling her left his wedding ring in a cup on the dresser, she can't let it go. She wants to know Mailer’s opinion. Did Lee do it?
the CIA probably bears the greatest resemblance to an organism: that is, its analogical stomach, mind, lungs and limbs, while capable of communicating with each other, often need to do so no more than minimally- large parts of the CIA function almost entirely out of communication with other large parts. To assume that the CIA as a whole was interested in Oswald is to alienate oneself from understanding more likely possibilities. It is safer to assume that word-of-mouth concerning Oswald…made him a figure of interest to particular enclaves of the Agency who, by December of 1962, were no longer welcome in the Director’s office.Mailer goes on to note that the Mafia and the CIA had together made an agreement to assassinate Castro, “perhaps the most important and secret aspect” of what was called Operation Mongoose; Kennedy’s decision to cut back on Mongoose, a byproduct of his agreement with Khrushchev following the Cuban Missile Crisis, “…opened a schism in the CIA. Small groups of officers, feeling betrayed by the President’s new policy, began to function in concealed enclaves.” Unlike the monolithic conspiracy posited by the Oliver Stone film, Mailer suggests that it could have been a conspiracy hatched by a few members of one of these enclaves, or even people who successfully convinced Oswald that he would be working in some official or semi-official capacity.
I wonder what would happen if someone would stand up and say he was utterly opposed not only to the governments, but to the people, to the entire land and complete foundation of his society."All the motivation for shooting Kennedy", Mailer writes, "is in that sentence." He said later in an interview that he thought Oswald “probably” did it (a different question from whether he did it alone). Why? "It was the logic of his life."
Kennedy had the ability to give hope to the American ethos…Kennedy was not, as American Presidents went, a bad President; therefore, he was too good. The world was in crisis and the social need was to create conditions for recognizing that there had to be a new kind of society…But even this contorted logic may have been justification for something that fell even shorter of great ideological or historical vision. "It is doubtful that Oswald wanted to debate such a question with himself", Mailer continues.
He may well have possessed an instinct that told him he had to do something enormous and do it quickly, do it for his own physical well-being. The murderer kills in order to cure himself- which is why murder is properly repudiated. It is the most selfish of acts.