Mrs. Lincoln's Rival

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The New York Times bestselling author of Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker, Jennifer Chiaverini, reveals the famous First Lady’s very public social and political contest with Kate Chase Sprague, memorialized as “one of the most remarkable women ever known to Washington society.” (Providence Journal)

Kate Chase Sprague was born in 1840 in Cincinnati, Ohio, the second daughter to the second wife of a devout but ambitious lawyer. Her father, Salmon P. Chase, rose to prominence in the ...

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Overview

The New York Times bestselling author of Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker, Jennifer Chiaverini, reveals the famous First Lady’s very public social and political contest with Kate Chase Sprague, memorialized as “one of the most remarkable women ever known to Washington society.” (Providence Journal)

Kate Chase Sprague was born in 1840 in Cincinnati, Ohio, the second daughter to the second wife of a devout but ambitious lawyer. Her father, Salmon P. Chase, rose to prominence in the antebellum years and was appointed secretary of the treasury in Abraham Lincoln’s cabinet, while aspiring to even greater heights.

Beautiful, intelligent, regal, and entrancing, young Kate Chase stepped into the role of establishing her thrice-widowed father in Washington society and as a future presidential candidate. Her efforts were successful enough that The Washington Star declared her “the most brilliant woman of her day. None outshone her.”

None, that is, but Mary Todd Lincoln. Though Mrs. Lincoln and her young rival held much in common—political acumen, love of country, and a resolute determination to help the men they loved achieve greatness—they could never be friends, for the success of one could come only at the expense of the other. When Kate Chase married William Sprague, the wealthy young governor of Rhode Island, it was widely regarded as the pinnacle of Washington society weddings. President Lincoln was in attendance. The First Lady was not.

Jennifer Chiaverini excels at chronicling the lives of extraordinary yet littleknown women through historical fiction. What she did for Elizabeth Keckley in Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker and for Elizabeth Van Lew in The Spymistress she does for Kate Chase Sprague in Mrs. Lincoln’s Rival.

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Kirkus Reviews
2013-11-04
Chiaverini (Mrs. Lincoln's Dressmaker, 2013, etc.) examines Civil War politics and battles, this time through the eyes of Washington hostess Kate Chase Sprague. Readers expecting a tug of war for social dominance between Mary Todd Lincoln and the daughter of Treasury Secretary Salmon P. Chase may be disappointed to discover the moments of contention are few and far between. Kate serves as her father's closest confidante and hostess as he pursues the presidency and settles for a Cabinet position, which Kate believes will help Chase one day achieve his goal and establish her as the first lady of Washington society. Furnishing a home for her thrice-widowed father, younger sister Nettie and herself, Kate serves him well, but the "Belle of Washington" is spurned by Mrs. Lincoln both for an inadvertent slight and because she's the daughter of Lincoln's political rival. Apparently, the so-called rivalry's not such a big deal since it's rarely addressed, but Kate's personal story, which should be at the heart of the novel, also receives short shrift. Her on-again, off-again relationship with Rhode Island governor William Sprague, a rich man with vices; her endearing friendship with John Hay, the president's assistant secretary, who falls in love with Kate and fills her in on all the White House gossip; her interactions with her sister, her in-laws and her father--all the aspects of Kate's life that hold potential fascination for the reader--are pushed into the background amid dull, heavily detailed paragraphs about historical events, political machinations and prominent names. Although Kate provides endless commentary, Chiaverini never seizes the opportunity to fully develop her main or secondary characters into engaging, well-rounded individuals. Even Abraham Lincoln comes off as flat.
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780525954286
  • Publisher: Penguin Group (USA)
  • Publication date: 1/14/2014
  • Pages: 432
  • Sales rank: 36,040
  • Product dimensions: 6.40 (w) x 9.10 (h) x 1.70 (d)

Meet the Author

Jennifer Chiaverini

JENNIFER CHIAVERINI is the New York Times bestselling author of the Elm Creek Quilts series, The Spymistress, and Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker. She lives with her family in Madison, Wisconsin.

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***This excerpt is from an advance uncorrected proof.***

Copyright © 2014  by Jennifer Chiaverini

Prologue

March 28, 1861

On the occasion of President Lincoln’s first state dinner, carriages, carts, and hundreds of men on foot crowded the circular drive in front of the White House nearly all the way to Lafayette Square. Kate Chase studied the scene through the window of her father’s carriage, forgetting, for the moment, her misgivings that she was attending the event as a guest rather than playing hostess. The crush of people forced their horses to slow to a walk long before they reached the bronze statue of Thomas Jefferson in the center of the driveway, and the tall white columns of the front portico suddenly seemed to be an interminable distance away.

“Father,” Kate said, touching his hand where it rested on the black leather seat between them. “Didn’t you say that the President and his wife had invited only Cabinet members, a few dignitaries, and their wives to tonight’s dinner?”

“Wives, or daughters, as the case may be.”

“Or daughters,” amended Kate, smiling. “I ask because if the size of this crowd is any indication, it would seem that either you were misinformed, or the vast population of Washington City was.”

“I trust I didn’t misunderstand the president’s invitation,” her father replied. “No, my dear Katie, what you see before you is the capital’s most persistent plague—patronage seekers. They know they won’t be allowed past the doorman tonight, but that won’t stop them from clutching at the sleeves and pleading in the ears of any unfortunate official whom they can accost on the way to the door.”

Kate lowered her voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Then we shall have to be quick and clever to avoid them.”

“Yes, and we’ll keep the distance from carriage to threshold as short as possible.” Salmon P. Chase frowned out the window. Impeded by the throng, the carriage had slowed to a crawl until it finally halted several yards away from the portico. “Although that might prove difficult.”

“I’m sorry, Mr. Secretary,” the driver called down. “I can’t get any closer until those other drivers clear away.”

Kate had no desire to spend any more of that lovely spring evening gazing longingly at the brightly lit White House through a carriage window and imagining all she was missing within. “Let’s brave the gauntlet,” she proposed. “The president and his wife are expecting us.”

Her father nodded, more impatient than she to join the gathering inside. He deplored tardiness and did not tolerate it in himself or anyone else. “This will do, George,” he called to the driver. “We’ll walk from here.”

Her father helped her down from the carriage, and as she took his arm, she felt a glow of warmth and happiness fill her heart despite the small, sad ache of disappointment that had nagged her ever since the Republican party had selected Mr. Lincoln rather than her father as its candidate. If not for the perfidy of the delegates from his own state of Ohio, her father surely would have been sworn in as president earlier that month rather than Secretary of the Treasury, and Kate, as the widower’s eldest daughter, would have become First Lady.

Salmon P. Chase was, Kate knew to the very core of her being, the better man—better educated than Mr. Lincoln, more experienced, more committed to the noble cause of abolition, and vastly more qualified. Father had been a senator and governor, while Mr. Lincoln—well, Kate liked him, but if she set sentiment aside and forced herself to be strictly objective, she had no choice but to admit that a kindly country lawyer from the West with but one term in Congress to his credit was ill prepared to steer the ship of state, especially through the rough waters the nation faced. Any observer could see that, and in fact, many had, and had said so in the streets and in the press. No one expected much of the new president, and they expected even less of his overeager, overanxious wife, a matron in her mid-forties who had thus far failed to make a favorable impression on Washington’s social elite.

Fortunately, Mr. Lincoln would have Salmon P. Chase to advise him. As for Mrs. Lincoln, for the good of the nation and the Republican party, some kind lady ought to befriend her, become her confidante, and help her navigate the thorny maze of Washington society.

Kate resigned herself to the likelihood that no one was better suited for the role than herself, though she was more than twenty years younger than Mrs. Lincoln.

“Mr. Secretary,” a voice rang out. Glancing to her left, Kate glimpsed a freckled young man in a brown suit two sizes too large for his bony frame, waving a handful of papers and grinning hopefully. “Mr. Secretary, a moment of your time, if you please.”

“He’s no one,” Kate murmured, not unkindly. Her father was terribly nearsighted, but he hated to wear his spectacles in public and often relied upon Kate to identify people at a distance. He had been known to pass good friends and acquaintances on the sidewalks or halls of Congress without recognizing them, an unfortunate habit that contributed to his reputation as being aloof and uncongenial.

As other eager, avaricious faces turned their way, Father offered Kate his arm. “Let’s make haste.”

Quickly Kate slipped her hand into the crook of his elbow and hurried off beside him. “Perhaps you should throw a few minor treasury appointments after us to distract them,” she teased, breathless. “Rather like Aphrodite’s golden apples, but in reverse.”

“I’ll have no Hippomenes catch my Atalanta,” her father declared, quickening his pace as he guided her through the crowd. Laughing, Kate did her best to keep up with him, though she was shorter than her father by nearly half a foot and encumbered by her corset and hoopskirt.

At last they reached the portico, where the burly, white-haired doorman greeted them in an Irish brogue and admitted them into the vestibule. They passed through the main hall into the Blue Room, a graceful ellipse with tall windows overlooking the south lawn and the Potomac River. It seemed to Kate to be in better repair than the other public rooms of the executive mansion, which were shabbily furnished with threadbare and tobacco-stained rugs, broken furniture, torn wallpaper, and ruined draperies, from which souvenir collectors had snipped pieces until they hung in tatters. Here, however, all was in elegant order. The chairs and settees were upholstered in rich blue and silver damask, the woodwork brilliantly gilded. Ornate mirrors on the marble mantel reflected the light from the chandeliers hanging high above from a frescoed ceiling of cerulean blue, beneath which men of influence clad in evening black and their ladies in elegant gowns of every hue mingled and chatted, the soft blue-and-white carpet muffling their footsteps.

Before passing from the brightly lit hall into the Blue Room, the Chases paused in the doorway, long enough for almost thirty pairs of eyes to turn their way. Conversations paused as the guests took in the newcomers, and as Kate smiled warmly and nodded gracefully to one acquaintance after another, she drew herself up proudly, knowing how she and her father looked to them. Salmon P. Chase—tall, broad- shouldered, and powerfully built, his features strong and regular beneath a high, clear brow projecting intelligence, courage, and dignity—was the very image of a statesman. And Kate herself—auburn haired, her green eyes flecked with hazel, young, slender, vivacious, becomingly attired in a gown of pale yellow silk, her hair arranged in a simple, elegant twist and adorned with white flowers—was the very ideal of the accomplished, dutiful daughter. “You look like the king and queen of Washington,” her younger sister, Nettie, had sighed wistfully upon their departure from home. Father had taken a moment to lecture his youngest child on the superiority of American democracy to European monarchy, which she accepted with a good-natured shrug, with none of the shame and remorse Father’s admonishments evoked in Kate.

As John Nicolay, the president’s private secretary, made the customary introductions, Father escorted Kate across the room where

Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln waited to receive their guests. The president’s gaunt features became warmer, his eyes brighter, when he smiled, as he did when he shook Father’s hand and then Kate’s. “How is little Nettie?” Mr. Lincoln asked, his thick, dark brows rising quizzically, an amusing complement to the high, thin quality of his voice.

“Very well, thank you,” Father replied formally, bowing to Mrs. Lincoln.

Seeing her father and the president together, Kate almost laughed aloud, taken anew by the remarkable distinction between them. If Father looked every inch a statesman, Mr. Lincoln resembled a frontier schoolmaster with no wife to remind him to brush his hair and straighten his coat. “Nettie is indeed well,” she amended her father’s reply, “but I confess she was disappointed to be left at home.”

“Why didn’t you bring her along?” Mr. Lincoln asked, genuinely perplexed.

“Oh, Mr. Lincoln,” his wife chided him, laughing shortly. Her eyes were sharply blue, her complexion white and smooth, her neck and arms elegantly molded, but she was otherwise plain and tended toward stoutness, which her short stature and her husband’s great height unfortunately exaggerated. “Children, at a state dinner for the Cabinet? Not even Tad and Willie will be in attendance tonight.”

Mr. Lincoln smiled benignly down upon his wife. “I’m fortunate to have you here to remind me of such things.” He turned back to the Chases with a self-deprecating shrug. “When I consider the reams of paper piled upon my desk, which are almost certainly accumulating greater heights even as we speak, I can only hope that an instructive book on presidential manners lies at the bottom.”

“At the very bottom, do you mean?” teased Kate, detecting an ironic note in his tone. “So deeply buried that no one can expect you to unearth and to read it?”

Mr. Lincoln’s laugh rang out, rich and full. “Why, yes, Miss Chase. You understand me perfectly.”

Father beamed proudly, but as she took Mrs. Lincoln’s hand, Kate detected a flicker of annoyance in the First Lady’s eyes above her gracious smile, and she was not sorry to move on. There were wives and daughters to befriend, gentlemen to charm, and people of influence to impress, but as she and her father made their way around the room, Kate often thought she still felt Mrs. Lincoln’s blue eyes upon her, taking her measure with scrupulous, unforgiving precision.

Kate soon forgot Mrs. Lincoln’s displeasure, swept up in the pleasure of making new acquaintances and engaging in lively conversation that occasionally, and rather delightfully, leaned toward debate. United States Attorney General Edward Bates, black-haired and white bearded, spoke longingly and endearingly of the Missouri home he had only recently departed, while General Simon Cameron, with his keen, deep-set eyes and thin mouth, struck her as insistent and shrewd. One by one Kate addressed them all, and the ladies who had accompanied them, complimenting their attire and inquiring about their children. Kate especially liked the wife of the Secretary of State, Frances Seward, whose dark, intelligent eyes belied the frailty of her form. Unfortunately, Mrs. Seward spent little time in Washington City, preferring her gracious family home and more temperate climate of Auburn, New York—but her frequent absence, and that of the vice- president’s wife, did leave Kate the second highest-ranking woman of the Executive Branch according to protocol and tradition, behind Mrs. Lincoln, who never let her forget it.

A moment came when Kate found herself unaccompanied, but just as it occurred to her that they should have been called in to dinner by then, Mrs. Lincoln appeared at her side. “Dinner will be delayed somewhat longer,” the First Lady explained, drawing her apart from the others. “General Scott has not yet arrived.”

“Oh, of course we must wait for him,” Kate replied. “I hope he wasn’t swallowed up in the crush outside.”

“I’m sure he wasn’t. A crowd of patronage-seekers is no match for a gentleman who commands entire armies.”

Kate smiled. “I’m sure you’re right.”

“Be careful what you say in this city, even in jest,” Mrs. Lincoln cautioned, linking her arm through Kate’s and strolling away from the other guests so that Kate was compelled to come along. “Rumors fly so swiftly in Washington that if I were to cross this room right now, I would not be surprised if the people on the other side greeted me with the dreadful news that General Scott met his demise at the hands of a mob on our front doorstep.”

Kate laughed easily. “Thank you for the warning. I’ll take heed, I assure you.”

“Speaking of rumors.” Mrs. Lincoln halted, slipped her arm free from Kate’s, and fixed her with an inscrutable look. “You do know the rumors circulating about us, don’t you?”

“Why, no,” said Kate. “Why should there be any rumors about you and me?”

“Because people enjoy gossip even more than they relish believing that accomplished women cannot get along.” Mrs. Lincoln smiled, but she glanced past Kate’s shoulder as if wary that they would be overheard. “They say that you and I are embroiled in a terrible feud.”

Kate was so astonished she laughed. “And what reason do they give for it?”

“My overwhelming jealousy at the attentions my husband showed you at the military ball given in his honor when we stopped in Columbus in February on our way to Washington.” Mrs. Lincoln’s smile tightened as she nodded to a cabinet official passing nearby. “They say he danced with you more often than was seemly and showered you in compliments, while I looked on, weeping by some accounts and seething according to others.”

“That’s nonsense,” Kate exclaimed, quickly lowering her voice. “I wasn’t even in Columbus when your train passed through.”

“Why, no, you weren’t, were you?” mused Mrs. Lincoln as if she had only just remembered—although an edge to her voice immediately told Kate that the perceived slight had been in the forefront of her thoughts all evening. “You knew the president-elect and his wife and sons would be passing through your own city, and yet some urgent business of far greater importance compelled you away.”

“Not of greater importance, but essential nonetheless.” Kate drew herself up to her full height and regarded the first lady steadily. “Governor Dennison had appointed my father a state delegate to the Peace Convention. My family had already come to Washington City by the time you reached Columbus, or I would have been there to meet you. I trust Governor Dennison’s wife welcomed you as well as I would have done.”

Mrs. Lincoln’s smiled deepened and hardened. “Or better, perhaps. Almost certainly better.”

With that, she moved off in a swirl of silk skirts, leaving Kate watching after her, utterly astonished.

Soon thereafter, word came that General Scott was ill and would not be able to join them after all. Mr. Nicolay signaled for the Marine

Band to strike up a spirited march, and as the brisk, merry tune played, Kate quickly composed herself, found her father, and let him lead her into the state dining room. Mr. Lincoln’s place was in the middle of one side of the long table rather than at the head, while Mrs. Lincoln sat opposite him, and the others were seated all around according to rank. Kate found herself across the table from a Mr. William Howard Russell, a correspondent for the London Times, who seemed as charmed by Kate’s conversation as she was by his wit and accent.

The food was excellent, the talk around the table bright and lively and quick, but whenever Mr. Lincoln spoke, all other voices hushed and all faces turned to him expectantly as he spun an amusing tale or made a point with a clever witticism. From the first course to the sweets, Mrs. Lincoln was so merry and chatty and smiling that Kate found herself wondering if she had imagined the strange confrontation in the Blue Room.

After the meal, the gentlemen withdrew to the Red Room, but just before the ladies were led off to an adjoining drawing room, Kate observed Mr. Nicolay whisper in her father’s ear, and then to Mr. Seward, and on to each member of the cabinet in turn. Just before a servant closed the door between the rooms, Kate glimpsed Mr. Lincoln and his cabinet quietly disappearing into another chamber while the other gentlemen lit cigars and poured brandy, apparently oblivious to their quiet departure.

Kate frowned at the closed door. Her curiosity would have to remain unsatisfied until the drive home, when her father would surely tell her everything.

She chatted easily with the other ladies, even Mrs. Lincoln, but her thoughts were in the other room with her father, wondering what intriguing subjects of national importance they were discussing. Had the president finally decided whether to send provisions to Major Anderson’s men holding Fort Sumter in Charleston Harbor? Had Virginia at last declared its intention to remain in the Union or to secede with the South? How she wished she could put an ear to the wall and listen. Her father was open and frank when he confided to her the substance of such clandestine conferences, but sometimes he missed the subtleties of tone and implication and expression, and thereby a significant amount of any conversation. He relied upon her for those observations, and for a great deal more besides.

She managed to stifle a sigh of relief when at last the gentlemen rejoined the ladies. She sensed a new tension in the air as she studied the cabinet secretaries and tried to read their expressions, but like her father, they were careful to maintain a facade of the former joviality of the party. She noticed that Mrs. Lincoln’s keen gaze was often upon the president’s face, and she knew that Mrs. Lincoln was as eager to hear his account of the secret meeting as Kate was to hear her father’s.

When the evening at last drew to a close, Kate slipped on her shawl, took her father’s arm, and bade Mr. and Mrs. Lincoln goodnight. “I do hope we will prove all the rumors false and become good friends,” Kate told the First Lady quietly, while her father and the president were otherwise distracted. “There is already too much division in our country for us to contribute to it. If malicious gossips are eagerly anticipating a fight between us, let’s conspire to disappoint them.”

“Why, I hope we will become good friends too,” Mrs. Lincoln replied grandly, too loudly and too bright, not for Kate but for everyone else. For Kate she reserved a private, haughty glare that announced she meant not a word of it. “I shall be glad to see you at any time, Miss Chase.”

Kate’s temper flared. She had spoken with utter frankness and sincerity, but Mrs. Lincoln was determined to be disagreeable. “Mrs. Lincoln,” she said, smiling graciously, “I shall be glad to have you call on me at any time.”

Mrs. Lincoln’s eyes widened with shock at her impudence, but Kate’s smile only deepened as she turned and left the White House on her father’s arm.

Those who had overheard the exchange might conclude that Kate had innocently misspoken, that because of her youth and inexperience she was unaware of the custom that decreed that the First Lady did not call on others. Mrs. Lincoln was first in Washington society by virtue of her husband’s exalted position, and so, as an inviolable rule, others came to her. But it had been no girlish mistake. Kate understood precedent perfectly well, and she knew that by assuming that Mrs. Lincoln would call upon her like any other lady of Washington society might, she was claiming a higher rank than the First Lady.

Kate knew it, and Mrs. Lincoln knew it too.

Kate had tried to befriend her, but she had been coldly and unreasonably rebuffed. She would not try again.

If Mrs. Lincoln was determined to have a rival, Kate would be happy to oblige.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 16, 2014

    Plot spoilers

    Every review is a plot spoiler. Please bn. Either limit the review space or ban these wanna be book writers that rewrite the books in their so called reviews. No one wants the plot spoiled by these people revealing every detail.

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  • Posted January 17, 2014

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    Jennifer Chiaverini continues her quest to be known as more than

    Jennifer Chiaverini continues her quest to be known as more than the author of the Elm Creek Quilt novels, which was truly a wonderful series. I truly enjoyed her first book about historic women in history, Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker. The Spymistress missed the mark with me a bit as it read in places more like a history textbook instead of fiction. In Mrs. Lincoln’s Rival she pulls back on the history book feel and gives the story a more fictional feel. But it just didn’t hit the heights of Mrs. Lincoln’s Dressmaker.

    These women of history are ones that are not as well known and it was very interesting getting to know Kate Chase Sprague but while there was a bit of tension between her and Mrs. Lincoln I wouldn’t call it a rivalry. Kate Chase was her father’s right hand during his pursuit to become President and while he was Secretary of the Treasury. She was very savvy and smart and knew how to garner favor and make the right connections. Her own endeavor to become First Lady whether it be with her father as President or as the wife of the “Boy Governor” from Rhode Island was so strong she made some interesting decisions. I also found her to be very spoiled and demanding that rings just a little wrong for the time period, but I know the author researches these women intensively. She tries very hard to stick to the facts and not overly embellish but at times it comes across as just a bit dry and this reader wanting more. I get the feeling the marriage between Kate and William was quite volatile and more details on that could have really turned this story on its ear.

    The Civil War was a terrible time in history but in ways it correlates to the division in our country today, thankfully without the bloodshed on American soil. I found some of the actions taken by Congress and President Lincoln depicted in this book very telling in the ways history repeats itself. Sometimes it is easier to see when the situations are fictionalized but based on facts.

    If Chiaverini continues this road of writing about historic women I know she will hit the right balance between the fact and the fiction because she is an excellent writer. I am anxious to see who she will choose for her next subject. All three of these books were educational. I encourage the author not to be afraid of being a little more creative in her storytelling. They are fiction and readers are comfortable with the facts being muddied a bit to give the story a more natural flow.

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  • Posted January 15, 2014

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    Author Jennifer Chiaverini continues her stint of Civil War dram

    Author Jennifer Chiaverini continues her stint of Civil War drama's with Mrs. Lincoln's Rival. This book chronicles the political and social rivalry between Mary Tod Lincoln and Kate Chase Sprague. Both were strong women who had much to gain from the success of the men they loved, but that often put them at odds with each other. Chiaverini does an amazing job of taking a little known historical character and bringing her to life. Kate leaps of the pages and into the hearts of reading who love historical fiction.  

    What I liked:

    The main thing that I have liked about Jennifer Chiaverini's historical fiction novels is the fact that she is taking her characters directly from history. Oftentimes they are characters who impacted the Civil War and their world at large, but about who very little is recorded or known. She has taken women who are generally given a few paragraphs in a text book and brought them to vivid life and that is no different in this book. 

    Kate is an exceptional character to write about. She was basically the teenage daughter of a widow who became all the rage in Washington. Salmon P. Chase's daughter was gutsy, she knew how to go about getting what she wanted and she wanted her father in the White House as more than just an adviser. Chiaverini obviously researched Kate's character extensively because every thing I have ever read about her is recorded here. Chiaverini writes Kate as very calculated and somewhat manipulative. It was kind of hard for me to like her as a person, but she definitely had chutzpah! 

    Mary Tod Lincoln has been written about so many times by so many people. She has been described in about every way and manner imaginable, from a grieving woman, to a insane and back again. I found Chiaverini's descriptions of Mary, very clinical, as were her descriptions of Kate. The historical prominence of these two characters alone drove the book, but the their reactions to each other in this novel seemed a bit stilted. They could not have liked each other, because they wanted very different things socially and politically. Two great women to work with for sure. 

    What I didn't like:

    I tried hard to like this one, because I really enjoyed Mrs. Lincoln's Dressmaker and the Spy Mistress, but I had some issues with this one. As I said before Chiaverini's style in this book was somewhat more informative than fiction. She tells the story in an almost dispassionate way. We read about Mary and Kate but we really don't get to know them, to understand what they were feeling. In historical fiction one of the things that I generally like is that the author gets into the head of the character and shows readers... what might have been. There was a little too much of what really was in this one. More biographical than fictional.

    Bottom Line:

    This one was not up to par with Chiaverini's earlier works in this genre. I loved the Elm Creek Quilts books and I think she is an excellent author, but I think this one got away from her a bit. It was heavy on fact and light on fiction. For some that might be a good thing, but not what I was looking for her. But as I always say, take it with a grain of salt and read it for yourself.

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  • Posted January 15, 2014

    A Giant Bore.

    A Giant Bore. I had been looking forward to this novel; even though I found 'Mrs. Lincoln's Dressmaker' very uneven and 'Spymistress', while more interesting by far, still dragging at times, I was still hopeful this latest addition to the Civil War novels would pick up the pace and be more engaging. I am sorry, but it does not happen. 'Rival' does not seem to know what it wants to be or what it wants to accomplish. As another reviewer mentioned, it is caught somewhere between historical fiction and straight fiction. The result is almost unreadable stretches of historical minutiae that few readers, outside of serious Civil War scholars, would find ANY interest in: long chunks of blow-by-blow details of how many electoral votes obscure presidential candidates obtained in the elections of 1860, a totally dragged out account of Lincoln's inauguration which reads, again, like a play-by-play down to how people recited the oaths, details of parades and parties that should be lively and intriguing and are bogged down under detail that I found myself questioning out loud, 'WHO cares?' Another drawback is that a lot of this information has already been covered in the previous two novels--all 'Rivals' does is comment from another perspective. Finally, I found the main character, Kate Chase, a largely unlikeable protagonist. Incredibly vain about her beauty and charm (numerous places discuss how pleased and certain she was about both and how she could use those attributes, possessed of a terrible sense of entitlement, self-righteous...I found it interesting in the author's comment at the novel's end that she mentions late 19th/early 20th century bios of Chase were highly critical of her and evidently did not like her, either. While I realize the author is trying to show Chase's unfailing loyalty to her father and his presidential hopes--I just came away not liking the character either. If none of these issues bother you and you have liked the other two books, jump in. There is some good historical fiction here but it was way too hard for me to find underneath the other baggage. What I can say is that all three of the novels have gorgeous covers--quite appealing--but I do not see myself reading any more of these.

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  • Posted January 14, 2014

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    Kate Chase, daughter of Samuel P. Chase, serves as her father¿s

    Kate Chase, daughter of Samuel P. Chase, serves as her father’s personal assistant and hostess in the mid-1850’s tumultuous political world. He has one huge ambition, to be the President of the United States, but is dwarfed in his obvious formidable skills by other rivals with far greater rhetorical talent and ability to woo both politicians and voters. Refusing to be daunted by each succeeding disappointment, Kate stands by his side as he pursues his senatorial and then Secretary of the Treasury posts under President Abraham Lincoln. Although the title alludes to an intense rivalry with the President’s wife, the undercurrents of that reality are not the highlights of this fascinating look into the step-by-step progression of abolitionists toward a brutally divisive and destructive Civil War!
    More so than in her previous novel about the Lincoln years, Chiaverini does a better job here of plotting the early disasters at Bull Run and other famous historic sites of the war. While Kate’s father is scrambling to expand the country’s debt in order to finance the war, Kate spends her time wheeling and dealing with anyone of influence to support the war and the goal of emancipation for slaves throughout the nation. The clear differences in strategy between her father and Secretary of State Seward often cloud the President’s goals for the future; the President, however, sees the needs of the nation as a higher focus than their petty political squabbles.
    Kate is wooed by William Sprague, Governor, military commander, and then Senator of Rhode Island. While her passions are ignited by this fair, successful and commanding presence, there is something about him that makes her hesitate. Kate’s public persona increases with the melancholy aspects of her private life; she is obviously seen as a gracious, politically savvy woman who has made a significant impact on Washington.
    This reader was intrigued by a remarkable split between how intelligent this woman could be yet impetuous and naïve in her romantic life. Her devotion to her father’s career obviously supersedes any thoughts about a future as a private citizen and wife. When the role of most women was confined to the home and parties, Kate Chase Sprague clearly serves as a model of an early feminist who could truly also be labeled an astute politician whose skills altered the face of American history.
    Mrs. Lincoln’s Rival is compelling historical fiction that is highly recommended!

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  • Posted February 6, 2014

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    This is the story of a very accomplished young woman. She has st

    This is the story of a very accomplished young woman. She has stepped into the shoes of her Mother so to say. Her father has had an illustrious career as a State Senator from Ohio. She has become a First Lady to him, a Hostess, and a brilliant worker on his behalf. Their main goal together is the Presidency of the United States.
    Unfortunately Kate's father makes a few big mistakes, and Abraham Lincoln outshines him and becomes President. Knowing what we know, I guess he was blessed!
    Thus we see where a rivalry comes from between Mrs Lincoln, and lovely Kate. This book takes you almost daily into the beginning, the War, and then finally the end of the Cival War. What a time to live in Washington D. C. Must have been hard to live in the middle of the action, watching the young determined men march off, and then the casualties of war return.
    Kate's Dad still has the ambition to climb to the highest office of the land, and does take a position in Lincoln's Cabinet. We experience of the tragedy of the loss of Lincoln's son, and the snubbing of Kate and her family. There is also a touch of romance, and you will find yourself routing first for one fellow and then the other.
    Kate ends up with one, but what a relationship, kinda not happily ever after. I also felt that the ending was a bit rushed, and we missed some closures. There are unanswered questions, I wish there had been a bit more.
    All in all I enjoyed this book, and would recommend you read it. You will experience living in the 1860's in most of Eastern US.

    I received this book from the Publisher through Net Galley, and was not required to give a positive review.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 3, 2014

    IrishclaireKG nailed it....Mrs. Lincoln's Dressmaker started out

    IrishclaireKG nailed it....Mrs. Lincoln's Dressmaker started out dry but picked up steam as it developed, and overall it was a successful book. The Spymistress was very good; Chiaverini had found her voice as a historical novelist and made the character come to life, and I learned a lot along the way as I enjoyed the read. However, Mrs. Lincoln's Rival was the antithesis of the writer's basic rule, "Show, don't tell." It tells and tells and tells, then tells some more, and I never got a good "feel" for the protagonist, Kate Chase. Never engaged my emotions to actually care what happened to her.

    I wonder if Ms. Chiaverini was just too rushed in putting this one out. There was an awful lot of crossover information with "Mrs Lincoln's Dressmaker," almost as if she did all the research at once and then tried to wring two books out of it, but there just wasn't quite enough material there. The second book in this series shows that Ms. Chiaverini CAN write engaging historic novels; I do hope she continues with fresh material.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 17, 2014

    Okay.

    The title is misleading. This book is more about background than about Kate.

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  • Posted May 27, 2014

    This is the story of Kate Chase, considered by many to be one of

    This is the story of Kate Chase, considered by many to be one of the most brilliant women of her time.  She was advisor to her father, Salmon P. Chase, once President Lincoln's rival for the Republican nomination, later his Secretary of the Treasury and finally appointed Chief Justice of the Supreme Court.  Considered "the Belle of Washington," Kate always seemed to instinctively know how to behave to win over others, with the single exception of Mrs. Lincoln, with whom she shared a bitter rivalry.  In Kate's private life, she had a much harder time, as her choice of husbands, William Sprague (boy governor of Rhode Island), dealt her many challenges and humiliations, which she handled with grace and pride.

    The author did a magnificent job of bringing the Civil War time to life with colorful dialogues and a perfect blend of true historical facts and imagination.

    I received this book free through Library Thing Early Reviewers, the audio version produced by Recorded Books.  Listening to it was a pleasure as the narrator demonstrates a wonderful range with her voice and reads with passion.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 21, 2014

    MAP

    Res 2 is the meeting ground where every friday we have a truce and the two groups meet <br> Res3 is the vampire main camp <br> Res 4 is vampire leaders home <br> Res 5 is werewolf main camp <br> res 6 is alpha den <p> there will be a council picked for each group by the leaders and they will make sure that no one from one group associates with the other group the coincil will also help the leaders make rules

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 21, 2014

    Leo

    Can i join?

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  • Posted February 17, 2014

    Loved the book

    Any history buff will love this book. Kate Chase is a fascinating subject. She was as ambitious as any man and in modern times would have been a politician in her own right. She was able to channel her determination into making her father president and becoming first lady which at the time was the only political office she could attain. The author has great descriptive powers in revealing 1860's Washington, D.C. Book clubs would love to have this as one of their choices because there are so many aspects to discuss, politics, marriage, ambition, the role of women in this time and much more.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 17, 2014

    Not what I expected

    The "story" gets lost in the "politics and History" (mostly politics)

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    Posted February 9, 2014

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