What if John F. Kennedy´s daughter, Caroline, and Fidel Castro´s daughter, Alina, were to have a conversation? In this fictionalized novelization of a screenplay, they spar, giving their own perspectives on their fathers´ lives, their mothers´ ill-fated loves. Caroline asks, "Did he kill him? Did your father kill my father?" Later she lashes out, questioning why Alina´s evil father remains alive while her own good father went to an early grave. Alina is clear that she has little regard for either man. In her view, their mothers are the heroes and the victims.
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¿Kennedy¿s Daughter, Castro¿s Ba#%$ard¿ by Beverly Mays Raymond Reviewed by Richard K. Cook `Kennedy¿s Daughter, Castro¿s Ba#%$ard,¿ by Beverly Mays Raymond (paperback/Xibris/June, 2001) reads like a Hemingway short story. One doesn¿t want to put it down, for fear of losing its momentum and energy. Written originally as a screenplay, we can only hope that it one day finds a producer. In the style of all good screenplays (so few these days), it paints scenes to enable the characters to bring themselves into focus, but not having to rely solely on the written word as its primary medium, it instead triggers one¿s limitless imagination to do most of the rest. Remember radio drama? Caution: This is fiction based on historical events. We don¿t know for sure whether Castro fathered ba#%$ards, or how many. For that matter, nor do we know if Kennedy did ¿ he certainly tried. Film actor Kevin Costner recently returned from Havana where he screened his latest film, ¿Thirteen Days,¿ for Castro. After viewing it, Castro is supposed to have complained about its manifold inaccuracies. To name just one, the lead role played by Costner in the film, that of JFK¿s top aide Kenny O¿Donnell, was made out in the film to be a pivotal player during the nuclear roulette game of October, 1962, when in fact, he was little more than a court jester and horse holder. So what? It was a good yarn and a beaut of a movie. So¿s this, so don¿t quibble over what¿s accurate and what¿s not. It starts out with a brilliant scene in Paris, on a ¿Bateaux sur le Seine,¿ where Caroline Kennedy Schlossburg meets one of Castro¿s illegitimate children, where they share a bottle of wine amidst the fabled splendor of the nighttime display of illuminated ponts de Paris. The sharp exchanges between the two daughters of men who brought the world to the edge of nuclear holocaust suggests how very much Caroline misses the years she should have had with her father; and what follows also tells us that Castro may very well cast a longer shadow over 20th Century history than did the beneficiary of the myths of Camelot. Despite the title, the book is ninety-five percent Castro, the rest Kennedy. Perhaps without realizing it, the author has chosen a more interesting life to depict, despite the Kennedy family, PT-109, Marilyn Monroe, Judith Exner, the 1960 presidential primaries, the Kennedy-Nixon debates (the content of all three debates wouldn¿t be as long as this review), the razor thin 1960 election, Jackie, Khruschev, the Berlin Wall, the Cuban Missile Crisis and the assassination. Besides, these tales have been told a million times. Not since the late 1950¿s, when New York Times¿ ace reporters were being ¿fed¿ constantly by Castro, have the tales of Castro¿s rag tag group been told so well. Castro¿s ultimately successful revolution very nearly spread to many regions of Central and South America and much of Southern Africa in favor of Soviet-led Communism at the height of the Cold War. To those who wonder why he was supported and wooed by the Soviet Union, from the standpoint of natural resources and world ocean trading routes alone, he might have tipped the balance away from the West. Castro¿s island country still sits like a giant aircraft carrier 90 miles off Miami. The book takes you inside the leadership of the revolution, from the barracks fiasco to the mountains of the Sierra Maestra and the toppling of Batista. So if you want to have a couple of truly enjoyable hours of reading, reminiscing and filling in the gaps with your own pictures of Paris and Cuba, you¿ll have everything you need except the aroma of good Latin and French cuisine. All hail to the author for bringing her screenplay to life. Let¿s hope there¿s someone out there who can bring it to the screen. God knows, Hollywood hasn¿t seen a better script in a long time. Meanwhile, we¿re quite happy to settle for this small, yet very large book. P.S. I¿ll bet you