For 35 years I worked as an editor on daily newspapers. As much
as I loved this work, I never lost the idea that I got into journalism to be a
writer, not an editor. While I took great pleasure in editing and teaching many ambitious young people who
could write circles around me, I clung to my alter-ego by writing when I
could.
Jane Pierce with her son Benny. His death in early 1853 was perhaps the hardest blow in the tortured life of the 14th president's wife. (Pierce Brigade photo) |
For my first couple of years in retirement, I was the
monthly book reviewer for the Concord
Monitor, the paper whose newsroom I had run for 30 years. This was ideal since I could pick
my own books. Usually I chose books I knew I would like on the theory that it served readers better to recommend books than to trash them. Even when my overall assessment of a book was negative, I pointed out its redeeming qualities. Writing a book is hard, as I learned from experience, and authors are therefore to be respected when possible.
I gave up the book column when I realized even a monthly deadline interfered with my life of leisure, travel and research and writing after retirement. Now I write when something comes out that is in my wheelhouse – New Hampshire history, focused mainly but not exclusively on the 19th century, and poetry, memoirs and biographies I would read anyway.
I gave up the book column when I realized even a monthly deadline interfered with my life of leisure, travel and research and writing after retirement. Now I write when something comes out that is in my wheelhouse – New Hampshire history, focused mainly but not exclusively on the 19th century, and poetry, memoirs and biographies I would read anyway.
This little career capsule is a long-winded introduction to a
review that appears in today’s Concord
Monitor. It is the most negative review I have ever written.
The book under review is a new biography of Jane Pierce, wife
of President Franklin Pierce. I disliked the book so much that the review followed a form I seldom employ. I began the review with the best thing I could give readers: a synopsis of the tortured life Jane Pierce led, beginning with its cruelest moment. This was the death of her 11-year-old son Benny in a train wreck between Franklin Pierce's election to the presidency and his inauguration. Not until halfway through the review did I lay out my criticism of the book. When I did, I tried to show its problems rather than characterize them.
The challenges in writing the review were two: to make reading it a more pleasant and rewarding experience than reading the book and to craft a review that was honest but not mean.
The challenges in writing the review were two: to make reading it a more pleasant and rewarding experience than reading the book and to craft a review that was honest but not mean.
Email from my friend Al Hutchison (thanks, Hutch):
ReplyDeleteThat was the most masterful negative book review I've ever read. I doubt that any of your readers (with the possible, even probable exception of the book's author) will find fault with it. I know it must have pained you to write it, but it needed to be written. Good for you.