Which cultural icon after Theodore Roosevelt can I shred next?
It's probably because I'm tired of writers taking a heretofore unassailable famous person's life and finding ways of disparaging it that I give the book the rating that it has. Theodore Roosevelt, a naturalist who was almost single-handedly responsible for our National Park system, a man who lived the strenuous life to its fullest, and a man who valued the unique status of being an American, is systematically slapped about by James Bradley.
I had a short exchange with Mr. Bradley via his message forum on his website, asking him, after making it a few chapters into the book, if the entire book was going to consist of telling us what a rotten guy TR was; his response was, in essence, "Hey, I'm just the messenger and this is what my research showed me." I believe that it was very slanted research, to say the least; fairly insignificant chapters in Roosevelt's life are given lots of coverage if they make him look bad; others, such as the journey down a tributary of the Amazon River in his late 50s, or his charge up San Juan Hill in Cuba, which showed his bravery and guts, are mentioned in passing, sort of in the "well, yeah, he did that, but we can't have anyone thinking good things about the guy, so I'm not going to tell you any more because we can't have him looking good" mode. To hear Bradley tell it, Roosevelt pretty much spent a couple of weeks in the Dakota badlands, regardless of what the research of OTHER authors (Morris, McCullough) told THEM, and supposedly inflated this material to make himself look rough and tough.
I like my heroes human. Roosevelt may not have been God, but he was an American male in the days before metrosexuals became the fashion -- in short, what was once called "a man's man." Research or not, this would seem to me to be revisionist history at its "finest," somewhat akin to the author who claimed that Abraham Lincoln was homosexual because he shared beds with men while riding the circuit in the Illinois backwoods. There are some Americans that would be better not being messed around with; TR, in my opinion, is unmercifully flogged by Bradley, who would be running for the hills if Roosevelt had been alive when this book was written, because Roosevelt would be leading a one-man charge to Bradley's front door.
Bradley, riding on the success of his excellent book, Flags Of Our Fathers, and a subsequent work, Flyboys, which is ALSO excellent reading, made me assume that this book would be great reading. I love biography and, where it applies, history, plus it had the added advantage of involving the life of a man whose experiences I find exciting and valuable. Because of Bradley's past books, both of which I own, I was sucked in, and bought this one without hearing anything about it. I'm sorry I did, and after slogging through the systematic trashing of Theodore Roosevelt for about three-quarters of the book, pitched it onto the book pile of rejects next to my nightstand. I just couldn't make it through to the end, folks. If you don't know much about Roosevelt, or don't particularly care about his life, go ahead and read this book. To a Rooseveltphile reading this is an exercise in masochism, and one which I abruptly brought to a halt.
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