New York

New York

by Edward Rutherfurd


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Winner of the David J. Langum, Sr., Prize in American Historical Fiction
Named one of the best books of the year by The Washington Post and “Required Reading” by the New York Post

Edward Rutherfurd celebrates America’s greatest city in a rich, engrossing saga, weaving together tales of families rich and poor, native-born and immigrant—a cast of fictional and true characters whose fates rise and fall and rise again with the city’s fortunes. From this intimate perspective we see New York’s humble beginnings as a tiny Indian fishing village, the arrival of Dutch and British merchants, the Revolutionary War, the emergence of the city as a great trading and financial center, the convulsions of the Civil War, the excesses of the Gilded Age, the explosion of immigration in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries, the trials of World War II, the near demise of New York in the 1970s and its roaring rebirth in the 1990s, and the attack on the World Trade Center. A stirring mix of battle, romance, family struggles, and personal triumphs, New York: The Novel gloriously captures the search for freedom and opportunity at the heart of our nation’s history.

Product Details

ISBN-13: 9780345497420
Publisher: Random House Publishing Group
Publication date: 09/21/2010
Pages: 880
Sales rank: 50,939
Product dimensions: 5.50(w) x 8.10(h) x 1.80(d)

About the Author

Edward Rutherfurd was born in Salisbury, England, and educated at Cambridge University and Stanford University in California. His first bestselling novel, Sarum, is based on the history of Salisbury and Stonehenge. Russka, his second novel, recounted the sweeping history of Russia. London tells the two-thousand-year story of the great city, bringing all of the richness of London’s past unforgettably to life. The Forest was set in England's ancient “New Forest.” A former resident of London and New York City, Edward Rutherfurd has had a home in Dublin for more than ten years. He has two children.

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So this was freedom. The canoe went with the river's tide, water bumping against the bow. Dirk van Dyck looked at the little girl and wondered: Was this journey a terrible mistake? Big river, calling him to the north. Big sky, calling him to the west. Land of many rivers, land of many mountains, land of many forests. How far did it continue? Nobody knew. Not for certain. High above the eagles, only the sun on its huge journey westward could ever see the whole of it. Yes, he had found freedom here, and love, in the wilderness. Van Dyck was a large man. He wore Dutch pantaloons, boots with turnover tops, and a leather jerkin over his shirt. Now they were approaching the port, he had put on a wide-brimmed hat with a feather in it. He gazed at the girl. His daughter. Child of his sin. His sin for which, religion said, he must be punished. How old was she? Ten, eleven? She had been so excited when he'd agreed to take her downriver. She had her mother's eyes. A lovely Indian child. Pale Feather, her people called her. Only her pale skin betrayed the rest of her story. "Soon we shall be there." The Dutchman spoke in Algonquin, the lan­guage of the local tribes. New Amsterdam. A trading post. A fort and little town behind a pal­isade. But it was important, all the same, in the worldwide com mercial empire of the Dutch.

Van Dyck was proud to be Dutch. Their country might be small, but the indomitable Netherlanders had stood up to the mighty, occupying Spanish Empire, and won their independence. It was his people who had constructed the great dykes to reclaim huge tracts of fertile land from the rage of the sea. It was the maritime Dutch who had built up a trading empire that was the envy of the nations. Their cities—Amsterdam, Delft, Antwerp—where the rows of tall, gabled houses lined stately canals and waterways, were havens for artists, scholars and freethinkers from all over Europe, in this, the golden age of Rembrandt and Vermeer. Yes, he was proud to be Dutch.

In its lower reaches, the great river was tidal. This morning it was flow­ing down toward the ocean. During the afternoon, it would reverse itself and flow back toward the north.

The girl was looking forward, downstream. Van Dyck sat facing her, his back resting against a large pile of skins, beaver mostly, that filled the center of the canoe. The canoe was large and broad, its sides made of tree bark, sturdy but light. Four Indians paddled, two fore, two aft. Just behind them, a second boat, manned by his own men, followed them down the stream. He'd needed to take on this Indian canoe to carry all the cargo he had bought. Upriver, the late-spring sky was thunderous; above them, gray clouds. But ahead, the water was bright.

A sudden shaft of sunlight flashed from behind a cloud. The river made a tapping sound on the side of the boat, like a native drum giving him warning. The breeze on his face tingled, light as sparkling wine. He spoke again. He did not want to hurt her, but it had to be done.

"You must not say I am your father."

The girl glanced down at the little stone pendant that hung around her neck. A tiny carved face, painted red and black. The face hung upside down, Indian fashion. Logical, in fact: when you lifted the pendant to look at it, the face would be staring at you the right way up. A lucky charm. The Masked One, Lord of the Forest, the keeper of nature's balance.

Pale Feather did not answer him, but only gazed down at the face of her Indian god. What was she thinking? Did she understand? He could not tell.

From behind the rocky cliffs that stretched up the western bank like high, stone palisades, there now came a distant rumble of thunder. The little girl smiled. His own people, the Dutchman thought, as men of the sea, had no liking for thunder. To them it brought harms and fears. But the Indians were wiser. They knew what it meant when the thunder spoke: the gods who dwelt in the lowest of the twelve heavens were pro­tecting the world from evil.

The sound echoed down the river, and dissolved in space. Pale Feather let the pendant fall, a tiny gesture full of grace. Then she looked up.

"Shall I meet your wife?"

Dirk van Dyck gave a little intake of breath. His wife Margaretha had no idea he was so near. He'd sent no word ahead of his return. But could he really hope to bring the girl ashore and conceal her from his wife? He must have been mad. He twisted round, awkwardly, and stared down the river. They had already reached the northern end of the narrow territory called Manhattan, and they were running with the tide. It was too late to turn back now.

Margaretha de Groot took a slow draw on the clay pipe in her sensual mouth, looked at the man with the wooden leg in a considering kind of way, and wondered what it would be like to sleep with him.

Tall, upright, determined, with piercing eyes, he might be gray, and well into middle age now, but he was still indomitable. As for the peg leg, it was a badge of honor, a reminder of his battles. That wound might have killed some men, but not Peter Stuyvesant. He was walking down the street with surprising speed. As she gazed at the hard, polished wood, she felt herself give a tiny shudder, though he did not see it.

What did he think of her? He liked her, she was sure of that. And why shouldn't he? She was a fine, full-bosomed woman in her thirties with a broad face and long blonde hair. But she hadn't run to fat, like many Dutchwomen. She was still in good trim, and there was something quite voluptuous about her. As for her liking for a pipe, most of the Dutch smoked pipes, men and women alike.

He saw her, stopped, and smiled.

"Good morning, Greet." Greet. A familiar form of address. Like most Dutchwomen, Margaretha van Dyck was normally known by her maiden name, Margaretha de Groot; and that is how she had expected him to address her. Of course, he'd known her since she was a girl. But even so . . . He was normally such a formal man. She almost blushed. "You are still alone?"

She was standing in front of her house. It was a typical Dutch town house, a simple, rectangular dwelling, two stories high, with wooden sides and its narrow, gabled end turned to the street. This end displayed a handsome pattern of black and yellow brick. A short stairway led up to the street door, which was large and protected by a porch. This was the Dutch "stoop". The windows were not large, but the ensemble was made impressive by the high, stepped gable that the Dutch favored, and the roof ridge was crowned with a weathervane.

"Your husband is still upriver?" Stuyvesant repeated. She nodded. "When will he return?"

"Who knows?" She shrugged. She could hardly complain that her hus­band's business took him north. The trade in furs, especially the all-important beaver pelts, had been so great that the local Indians had hunted their animals almost to extinction. Van Dyck often had to go far north into the hinterland to get his supplies from the Iroquois. And he was remarkably successful.

But did he have to stay away so long? In the early days of their mar­riage, his journeys had only taken a couple of weeks. But grad ually his absences had extended. He was a good husband when he was at home, attentive to her and loving to his children. Yet she couldn't help feeling neglected. Only that morning her little daughter had asked her when her father would be home. "As soon as he can," she had answered with a smile. "You may be sure of that." But was he avoiding her? Were there other women in his life?

Loyalty was important to Margaretha de Groot. So it was not surpris­ing if, fearing her husband might be unfaithful, she told herself that he was morally weak and, dreaming of solace in more righteous arms, allowed a voice within her to whisper: "If only he were a man like Gover­nor Stuyvesant."

"These are difficult times, Greet." Stuyvesant's face did not show it, but she could hear the sadness in his voice. "You know I have enemies."

He was confiding in her. She felt a little rush of emotion. She wanted to put her hand on his arm, but didn't dare.
"Those cursed English."

She nodded.

If the trading empire of the Dutch extended from the Orient to the Americas, the English merchants were not far behind. Sometimes the two Protestant nations acted together against their common enemies, the Catholic empires of Spain and Portugal; but most of the time they were rivals. Fifteen years ago, when Oliver Cromwell and his godly army took away King Charles of England's crown—and his head—the rivalry had intensified. The Dutch had a lucrative slave trade between Africa and the Caribbean. Cromwell's mission was clear.

"The slave trade must belong to England."

Many honest Dutchmen wondered if this brutal trafficking in humans was moral; the good Puritans of England had no such doubts. And soon Cromwell had taken Jamaica from the Spanish, to use as a slaving base. When Cromwell had died four years ago, and a second King Charles had been restored to the English throne, the same policy had continued. Word had already reached New Amsterdam that the English had attacked the Dutch slaving ports on the Guinea coast of Africa. And the rumor across the ocean was that they wanted not only the Dutchman's slave trade, but his port of New Amsterdam as well.

New Amsterdam might not be large: a fort, a couple of wind mills, a church with a pointed spire; there was one small attempt at a canal, more like a large ditch really, and some streets of step-gabled houses which, together with some modest orchards and allotments, were enclosed within a wall that ran from west to east across Manhattan's southern tip. Yet it had a history. Ten years before even the Mayflower sailed, the Dutch West India Company, seeing the value of the vast natural harbor, had set up a trading post there. And now, after half a century of fits and starts, it had developed into a busy port with outlying settlements scattered for dozens of miles around—a territory which the Dutch called the New Netherland.

It already had character. For two generations the Dutch and their neighbors, the Protestant, French-speaking Walloons, had been fighting for independence from their master, Catholic Spain. And they had won. Dutch and Walloons together had settled in New Amsterdam. It was a Walloon, Pierre Minuit—a name that was still pronounced in French, "Minwee"—who had bargained with the native Indians, four decades ago, to purchase the right to settle on Manhattan. From its birth, the tough, independent spirit of these mixed Protestant merchants had infused the place.

But above all, it had position. The fort, to a soldier's eye, might not be impressive, but it dominated the southern tip of Manhattan Island where it jutted out into the wide waters of a magnificent, sheltered harbor. It guarded the entrance to the big North River.

And Peter Stuyvesant was its ruler.



Strangely, I suspect it was Viking ancestors who drew me to New York.

For centuries my father's family lived on Britain's biggest tidal river, the Severn, on which there was a huge trade with the interior, and through the port of Bristol with America. In the nineteenth century they were in shipping from the Baltic to the Black Sea, and on the great rivers of Europe - the Rhine, the Danube, even the Russian River Dnieper. I myself was born beside a river - the Avon in Sarum. So when I first encountered New York's great harbor and the Hudson River as a teenager, and came to understand their historic canal and railroad links to the vast spaces of the Midwest, I felt both the thrill of a new adventure, and a deep sense of homecoming.

I first considered writing New York in 1991. I'd been in the city for a decade, was married to an American wife and sending my children to New York schools. I was even on the board of a coop building. But I wasn't sure how to organize such complex material, and for many years I put the project aside.

It was kind encouragement and old-fashioned editing from William Thomas at Doubleday that finally persuaded me to try again. And soon I was hooked.

New York's gift to the storyteller is magnificent: Indian and Dutch beginnings, larger-than-life historical characters like Lord Cornbury the transvestite British Governor, the socialite Mrs Astor, and the titanic J P Morgan, huge events from the Revolutionary War and the Civil War - when New York threatened to secede from the Union - to the Crash of '29 and the tragedy of 9/11. But it's the ordinary people I discover in my research - African slaves, Irish laborers, society ladies and sweatshop workers - whose lives move me most, and who provide so many of my plots and characters.

My own personal experiences also helped. I descend from both Philadelphia Quakers and Carolina colonists whose families were separated by the Revolutionary War. That helped give me insight into the agony of Patriots who, until the British government denied their claims had always, like Ben Franklin himself, thought of themselves as free-born Englishmen. One of my closest friends since university is an Italian immigrant. Understanding the poverty and humiliations of her childhood helped me create the book's Caruso family who came through Ellis Island and lived in Little Italy.

I also love discovering how things work. It was as fascinating to study the history of Wall Street banking - and how financial crises always repeat themselves! - as it was to learn how the Empire State Building was constructed.

But above all, what I love about New York is that people have always come there in search of freedom, and usually found it. I was lucky to be born beside Sarum's Avon. But I'd like my New York children to scatter my ashes in the Hudson.

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QualityBooks More than 1 year ago
I bought it while I was at the airport in London and couldn't put it down on the way back to the States. Just as engrossing as it is interesting, NEW YORK is hands down Rutherfurd's best novel. The characters are compelling and fascinating and the stories are deeply poignant. Truly a pleasure to read.
Been_There_Done_That More than 1 year ago
The problem I have with most new popular fiction is that it's either too sappy, too gory, or too boring and predictable. "New York-The Novel" kept me riveted throughout. Calling it "historical fiction" does not do it justice. It is a rich tapestry woven from several separate stories with intimate details of a series of people's lives as they cope with the challenges and moral dilemmas of their respective eras, from the Dutch fur trader living in early 1600s New Amsterdam, through several generations of his family as they experience the takeover by English merchants and slave traders, the Revolutionary War, the Civil War, several waves of immigration,the Great Depression, all the way through to September 11, 2001 and beyond. The reader experiences firsthand what it was like to live in New York at various points over the last four centuries through the eyes of descendants of that first fur trader, as well as through the eyes of people whose ancestors first arrived in New York as slaves, as Irish,Italian,and Jewish immigrants, and as transplants from Puerto Rico. The various characters encounter a number of historical figures: from Benjamin Franklin and George Washington,to the Astors, the Vanderbilts and JP Morgan, to Louis Armstrong, to Rudy Giuliani.More importantly, in one way or another, the lives of all these richly drawn characters intertwine with members of the other families. Having been privy to the struggles of the modern day characters' great-great-great-great- grandparents, the reader often has an better understanding of what drives these individuals even more than they do themselves, and how much their triumphs really mean in the light of what prevous generations had to suffer through for them to be able to be what they are today. One reason some people avoid reading "historical fiction" is that they "already know what's going to happen". You know that the Redcoats will be coming. You know the stock market is going to crash.You know the Dodgers are going to leave for California. You know exactly what time the Towers are going to collapse. And yet..."New York-The Novel" manages to be suspenseful and thrilling, because you come to know and care about the characters, and what you DON'T know is what is going to happen to them as individuals as history inexorably marches on. Each character in their own way is flawed, and yet somehow, heroic. "New York-The Novel" will make you laugh, will make you cry, would make a great HBO miniseries, but beyond all that, it is the story of a city and the people that made it what it is today. After reading it, you will never look at the New York skyline, or Times Square, or Wall Street quite the same way again.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I had never read a Rutherfurd book before, but I was able to nab this new one on my way back from a business trip and found it to be really interesting. Very intelligently written and a great read. With all the news about Wall Street these days that you almost forget how amazing the history of New York City is. Would highly recommend picking it up--I'm planning on sending several out to the Christmas list.
SusanReads More than 1 year ago
This book is a wonderful look at the history of New York from its inception. As a history teacher, I knew the facts. Rutherford takes the facts and makes them interesting and even arresting. Some of the best historical fiction I have read recently.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Absolutely loved this book. If you into historical fiction, this one is for you. He is a great author. All of his books are just great.
Karoden More than 1 year ago
I have just finished the novel New York by Edward Rutherfurd and as in each of Rutherfurds previous novels I found it to be enlightening, factual, as well as entertaining. As a student of History in my opinion Rutherfurd never fails to reveal so much factual History, that I was not aware of and then make the historical facts so much more entertaining with his cast of fictional charachter's which he intermingles with true historical figures of their time. My first Rutherfurd Read was Sarum and that rendering caused me to become an addicted Edward Rutherfurd fan, and with the finish of each additional novel I am forced to suffer the wait until his next rendering. Please don't keep me waiting for very long Edward.
BooperFH More than 1 year ago
If you love New York you will love this book. If you don't like New York you will like it a little more. The book is the history of New York City from the Dutch through modern day. Several families inter twine through the years. Great historical fiction. I was skepticle, due to the books size (over 790 nook pages) that it would hold my interest, but I found that it was hard to put down and I was sorry to see it end. I highly recommend this book.
CJay More than 1 year ago
From the very first page to the last, a totally engrossing mix of actual history along with a story to a few families whose lives had been entwined through out the decades. I live near Manhattan, so I found this book to be so informative, made me say to myself "So thats how it got it's name" A wonderful read, so happy I had taken the opportunity to read this one.
JonRH More than 1 year ago
Teachers always had to trick me into learning, especially if I thought I might have to work at absorbing the subject matter at hand. This tome (not nearly as scary as it sounds) by Edward Rutherford did an excellent job of this, simply by being rich in casual details. So many little things: early in the narrative, the author mentions that there is a farm on Manhattan owned by a man with the last name of Jonkers. We realize that, in Dutch, it would've been pronounced "Yonkers," and voila! We have the modern name, pronounced the same but with "updated" spelling, of that section of the present version of this grand city. We suddenly understand that we still have with us, in a sense, the original Jonkers farm. Pretty tricky! And the author did not beat me over the head with a sledge hammer to make the point. I was able to absorb the fact in passing, just as I was able to absorb the fact that this book is not about the individual (fictional) characters we meet, but about the sweep of history that this now uber-urban setting has behind it. The book continues in this way, introducing new characters as they are born and following them in the format of a loose family tree stretching across the centuries of its development. And while you might expect the experience to be like watching Orson Welles's "Citizen Kane" followed by the interminable "Magnificent Ambersons" (award-winning though both those films be), it only feels that way if you try to treat the book like a beach novel meant to be read in the course of a single sunburn. Divided as it is into time-based chapters, the book is easy to put down, as necessary, and pick up again without losing the thread. Thus, the episodic nature of the subject is easily assimilated in short doses over time. No need to sunburn at all. In a way, you might liken the experience to reading a public television series, but far more convenient. You will come out of it knowing more than you realize about the US's grandest city and how it came to be that way. By the time you finish this book, it will be entirely logical and sensible that a backwater, swampy island worth but a pile of beads layed out by early explorer-settlers in the 16th century became the most revered (and feared and hated) metropolis in the entire world by the 20th century.
annijojo More than 1 year ago
As a new yorker I was interested in this book for obvious reasons. Unfortunately I was left disappointed. Too much of the book was written from a white old money perspective. The brief references to diverse cultures were hollow and left me feeling like I was reading an immigrants story from a white rich man's perspective. The author seemed to lose steam towards the end, but I can't blame him- writing 500 years of history is a monumental task. I found myself wishing the book would end already. This book had a lot of potential but fell flat, but i still think it was worth reading.
joiseygoil More than 1 year ago
Great read with old fashioned page turning. What a wonderful read for a cold, winter night...the only problem it is hard to put down. I didn't like London, but I loved New York. Maybe, because I'm a New Yorker but for those who aren't, what a great introduction to the greatest city.
hopingforchange More than 1 year ago
I first learned of this book on The Daily Beast's Hot Books of the Week feature- having never read any of Rutherford's other books I wasn't sure what to expect. I admit I had a hard time getting started on this book and actually started it, put it aside, read a couple of other books and then came back to it. I am certainly glad I picked it up again and had the opportunity to read this book. I thought it was wonderful. My only complaint is that the attention paid to all the different time periods was a bit uneven- Rutherford devoted a great deal of time to the early eras of New York but as the book wound down it seems that the latter eras were not explored as thoroughly but overall I would have to say this was one of my favorite books of the year.
john raffo More than 1 year ago
this is an excellent read and has unearthed lots of facts about the history anc culture of the city i never knew. its very fast moving and yet subtle in its approach to character development. i loved it. o
Terrible_Teo More than 1 year ago
Rutherford has long been my favorite author of historical fiction and this was one of his best. New York was a compelling read from the beginning and made the city come alive.
MissyWeeze More than 1 year ago
I have not finished "New York," but I am thoroughly enjoying it. I am relearning some of the history I've forgotten through the eyes of well-drawn characters. The thoughtfulness and research done by Edward Rutherfurd in his books is awesome.
lhr More than 1 year ago
As are other books I've read by this author, this book is easy to read, engaging and a fun way to learn some background about an area. The fictional characters mix the the historical seamlessly. An excellent way to spend some time.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have to judge this book in two capacities, one that it succeeds in, and one that in my opinion it fails. What this book is very successful at is being a history of the city of New York, which is kind of the point after all. I have never been to NY myself, so I'm sure that there is a lot that I missed out on, or didn't have the same amount of appreciation for as a real NYer would. Still, it is very interesting starting at the beginning when NY was just a small Dutch settlement and going throughout history all the way up to today and seeing how NY was impacted during all the historical events. The Revolutionary War in particular was a great section of the book being that NY played a crucial part in that conflict. While New York is represented well, where the book fails is as a novel. The book is over 850 pages, but there really isn't an overarching story. Basically you just follow the Master family all the way through, generation from generation, with a few other families thrown in at times to mix things up. The problem is that since the book covers such a huge time range, no single character sticks around for more than 100 pages or so (usually fewer than that) and then you move on to the children of those characters. Just when you are starting to get to know the current characters, you leap forward in time and those characters are dead and you are following the children of those characters, and that continues on and on through the whole book. I found it very difficult to care after awhile about getting to know the current protagonist, because I knew that it wouldn't be long before the story jumps forward and I'm moving on to a new main character. That last couple hundred pages were really a slog for me, knowing that the same pattern I had just been reading for 500 pages wasn't going to change, and that nothing exciting was really going to happen. I guess September 11th serves as a climax to the book, but from a character standpoint I just didn't care. It was very interesting reading what it must have been like to be in NY on that day, but again that is the book succeeding as a history of NY, not a novel. As a novel, I didn't care because there was no drama. If the characters lived or died during the terrorist attacks didn't matter because they are only 1 or 2 characters out of the 50 I've met, some of whom have already died tragically so so what if a couple more do as well.. Maybe I'm being too harsh, but I just wasn't entertained. I was fascinated with the idea of taking a family and following them through the generations in NY as it becomes more and more modernized, but in the end that was the downfall. The writing is good, but the gimmick just doesn't work. You spend enough time with the characters to have any kind of vested interest in their livelihoods, and by the time your halfway through it, you just stop caring and waiting for the next big historical event to come along to hopefully add some excitement. The closest thing to a frame narrative is seeing what happens to the Master family's wealth each generation (which leads to a lot of boring financial and stock-related discussions at times) and seeing the wampum belt (family heirloom) pop up once in awhile. I haven't read any of Rutherfurd's other books, but I know he writes similar books about other cities which I won't be spending time on. I would like what a normal novel of his would be like, because he is a talented writer on the prose level. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
From the first page I was taken into the story of New York. I could not put my nook down. Teachers should try to teach their students in the style than Edward Rutherford writes . He made it easy to understand our country's early history leading to the present and how much New York played a part in it.I know it is "historical fiction", but the characters were so convincing in telling their story I was starting to believe every word  written was in fact part of our country's and New York's actual events!
ALR13 More than 1 year ago
Really enjoyed the American history refresher, the characters, and the interwoven families - even generations later when they were unaware of it. But I felt like the last chapters were rushed, lacking detail and depth, almost as if the author was rushing to finish with 9/11. Paris was much better.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Good read, but in my opinion not as compelling or as well researched as his other stellar books. Grant at Gettysburg? Wow, the editors were asleep on that one
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
A page turner i loved it!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Fun epic novel about NY City from the first settlements to present day. Rutherford is at his storytelling best with this one.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I have only been to New York twice but am going again soon. It was nice to read about the history of New York in a fiction setting i liked how he intertwined the characters over the years.
chaussie More than 1 year ago
If you like history, you should enjoy this book. The only problem is that the author should have put a family "tree" in the front of the book. If you did put the book down for awhile, you had a tendency to forget the relationship of the character and the past. A super book!
KozyKorner More than 1 year ago
Excellent Book, Historic in a lot of places, but a couple of fictional families for the story line.