Since our last meeting I’ve finished four more books, all of them fiction.
Next up was A Friend of Mr. Lincoln by Stephan Harrington. This book is a novel that gives us a glimpse into the young adulthood of Abraham Lincoln using the device of fictitious poet Micajah (Cage) Weatherby, who first meets Lincoln during a skirmish of the Blackhawk War of 1832. The story follows Weatherby, Lincoln, and a host of historical contemporaries such as Joshua Speed and Billy Herndon, as well as Lincoln’s loves with both Mary Owens and Mary Todd.
I enjoyed it immensely. In the first place, it is beautifully written. Harrington has a gift of description that genuinely transported be to the time and place of the book. Reading it, I really felt like I was witnessing life on the frontier of the early Republic. Similarly, his characterizations and dialog are also outstanding. I came away from the book feeling almost as if I knew the characters.
That being said the plotting is a bit weird. The book seems a bit unfocused, like it couldn’t actually decide what it wanted to be. A great deal of it is focused on Cage’s adventures as a poet and an entrepreneur, with a generous dollop of his growing abolitionism and his romantic relationship with Ellie Bicknell. In this part of the book Lincoln is only an ancillary character, if he’s present at all. There is also quite a lot about Cage’s friendship with Lincoln, mostly in the context of Lincoln’s political ambition and his difficulties with the two Marys Lincoln is involved with. I guess my problem is that I wish the book were either one thing (a straight fiction account of Cage’s life and adventures) or the other (the story of Lincoln from 1832-1848 in Springfield). Where it wound up, between two stools as it were, seemed odd. I also found the ending rushed and ultimately a bit unsatisfying. Despite these relatively minor quibbles, I enjoyed the book immensely and do recommend it. And I will be seeking out Harrington’s other work. A tip of the hat to longtime friend Tricia Jones for recommending it to me.
Next up was A Man Call Ove by Fredrik Backman. This is the story of 59 year old Ove, a recently widowed man, who is very focused on everything in his world being “in order”. Ove is a curmudgeon who patrols his neighborhood calling out his neighbors for their transgressions, real and imagined. Six months after the death of his wife, Ove is forcibly retired from his and job, and finding himself at loose ends, decides to kill himself and join his wife. The fates intervene in the form of a chatty and vivacious young couple with two small daughters who move in next door and flatten Ove’s mailbox with their U-Haul trailer in the process. Much hilarity, redemption, and pathos ensues. The book was charming, and I quite enjoyed it. I think you will too. A tip of the hat to work colleague Susan Swanson for turning me on to it and lending me a copy.
Last was Robert B. Parker’s very first Spenser novel, The Godwulf Manuscript. This is vintage Parker, written in the early 1970s, it seems a bit dated today, but it was interesting to see the very beginnings of Spenser and see both how far the character came, but also how much of the essence of him existed even in his first outing. If you’re a fan of Spenser, you’ll want to read this, if you’re not (yet) its as good a place as any to start.
12 for the year.