Jackie After Jack, of course, is the second volume of Andersen's overheated chronicle of the marriage of the 35th president and the lovely, elegant, whispering Jacqueline Bouvier, she of the pink suit, the unflagging dignity, the flawless French and the multiple charge accounts. There was no need for either book, of course. The world would have kept on turning without knowing that America's grieving first widow, during those terrible Four Days in November, was chain-smoking Salems and shot up on speed. She was also entertaining everyone in earshot with the grisly details of Kennedy's death, compelled -- as was certainly her right -- to describe the way his head blew off in her lap, how she tried to stick the skull back on in the hope it would keep him alive, how Texas Gov. John Connally was "squealing like a stuck pig," etc. (For the record, she did not remember trying to crawl out of the car.)
"As the wife of two powerful men, [Jackie] had been drawn mothlike to the flame of celebrity as a way of validating her own existence," Andersen remarks by way of analysis. He writes as well or as badly as anyone else who thinks Mrs. Kennedy Onassis' story is worthy of endless scrutiny. In purely biographical terms, Andersen's book suffers from a lack of historical context and from his refusal, or inability, to come down on one side or the other in assessing Jackie's character. Just when you think he's concluded that she was a shallow, vindictive slut with a passion for handbags and fancy slacks, he turns around and tells you how amazing it was that she actually worked hard at her job as an editor at Viking and Doubleday, just like anyone else! There are, thankfully, occasional flashes of wit, as when Andersen quotes Christina Onassis on her stepmother: "I don't dislike her, you know. I hate her."
The most interesting thing about Jackie After Jack is how much its heroine actually talked about herself. For a woman with a reputation for mystery and aloofness, she was a regular Chatty Cathy, endlessly devoted to her own legend and determined to control it. More power to her, if you ask me, with books like this in her wake. -- Salon