Mr. Lincoln's Wars: A Novel in Thirteen StoriesIn this highly ambitious collection, Adam Braver explores Abraham Lincoln's inner life and personal turmoils -- while also reflecting on the indelible impact Lincoln had on the nation during the last year of his presidency. Braver brings the president to life, not just as the strong and resilient leader of history books but also as a grief-stricken father, heartbroken over the loss of his young son. Across a rich canvas of truth and imagination, Mr. Lincoln's Wars reveals a president within the White House walls. We see Lincoln as he explores the meaning of loss through a chance encounter with the father of a slain soldier. And a good-hearted young Union soldier is quickly turned into a killer in the name of President Lincoln. Finally, there is the assassination and the autopsy, as seen through the eyes of John Wilkes Booth, Mary Lincoln, the assistant surgeon general, and one of Lincoln's closest friends. Brilliant in its depiction of the country during the waning days of the war, this book is an insightful and moving exploration of the myth of celebrity and the passions it arouses. More than anything, Mr. Lincoln's Wars introduces a talented new writer whose storytelling ability knows no bounds. |
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... finger below his eyes , and walked past Stanton down the hall to the room where Mary had secluded herself . “ Mary , ” he said , giving the door a slight rap . He heard scampering sounds . " Mary . " He 5 { Mr. Lincoln's Wars }
... fingers wrapped around the door , red - and - white knuckles . " What is it ? " she spit out . “ What is it you want ? " Lincoln stood composed , holding his stare firm against hers . “ I understand you haven't eaten today , ” he said ...
... out and held my forearm. I'm sure I jumped a step or two. But he held on. At least his fingers were warm. “Tell me everything,” he said. I looked at him, shrugging my shoulders. " I want to know . " His voice barely 16. } {. Adam Braver.
... fingers over the ends of his whiskers . It was probably minutes , but I would have sworn it was hours . Like the thoughts were just working their way back and forth across his brain , and he just kept reading them over and over until ...
Contents
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The Idiot Brother | 47 |
The Willie Grief | 67 |
His Stepmothers Sister | 89 |
A Letter to President Lincoln from a Good Girl | 97 |
The Ward | 107 |
On to the Next Field | 131 |
Crybaby Jacks Theory | 149 |
The Sad and Familiar Ballad of Captain | 181 |
The Necropsy | 195 |
A Rainy Night in Springfield Illinois1849 | 289 |
A Word on Researching Mr Lincolns Wars | 305 |