Even a field of battle. The unfinished business, George said softly to Curly. It's interesting to watch power mavens take control sometimes without anyone realizing it. Steppe wanted something for Georgie and his father was supposed to help him get it when he was vice president. Women live in a dream world, the senator replied bitterly.
Just was recently named one of the first recipients of a Berlin Prize Fellowship from the American Academy. This rather cerebral novel about 20th-century American politics has little incident and a lot of analysis. They became such a distraction that I almost put the book down. He has twice been a finalist for the O. These outsiders always muck things up. They were united in their dislike of the swampy weather in Washington, a climate so thick and swollen that anything grew. The tale is rich with detail and well-informed with insight about the seminal events of all those years.
Axel, much like John F. Though the Behl men are, by virtue of their ambition and shadowy pursuits, cold, detached and secretive, they hide heartbreaking secrets in their personal lives, paradoxes that make them fascinating figures. He confided to Constance that he was not in the first cut but he was the tallest tree in the second cut; and the vice presidency was the honor he wanted and would have. This is a novel of a political family, likened by many to the Kennedys. He briefly attended Trinity College in Hartford, Connecticut. By the end, it is evident that individuals come and go, but the system is forever.
My friend will do as he thinks best, the Englishman said mildly. One no trump, Constance said, her voice soft as a feather. He had been listening attentively these many minutes, his smile growing as the compass swung. Young Axel remained in the shadows, hearing the gathering of the tricks and the shuffle, the falling of the cards and the thick silence before the bidding, the scratch of a match when one of the women lit a cigarette. Now she was calmly dealing cards, telling another story as she stared coldly at her husband. All the same, Constance Behl thought Echo House auspicious.
Bookseller: , Ohio, United States Boston: Mariner Books, 1997-12-15. And there was no mix-up, either, because there was no Military Cross. Alec wondered how often Axel thought of Nadege; he had not mentioned her name in years. Another common theme is the alienation felt by Midwesterners in the East. You of all people, Justin. It seemed to Sylvia thirty years later that it was the smoke that mattered, the fire be damned; and in the clumsy efforts to scatter the smoke, the fire raged out of control.
The guy before Nixon, the guy who won the war against war! The first generation was led by Adolph Behl and his wife Constance. But the reigning master of American political fiction is Ward Just. Owing to the death of one member and the defeat of another, Senator Adolph Behl was suddenly ranking member of his committee and already mentioned here and there as a likely candidate for the national ticket, some day, some way, if the cards fell fairly. He started his career as a print journalist for the Waukegan Illinois News-Sun. This was Constance, her voice drifting in from the billiards room.
Across decades of secrets, betrayals, victories, and humiliations, the Behl family will fight to remain near the center, and behind the scenes, of American political power—from the New Deal to Watergate and beyond. In his 12th novel after Ambition and Love Just flashes a gimlet eye for the way the capital operates, for its culture and the secret codes of conduct its citizens observe. The female characters are not without interest but tend not to be nearly as well developed. He openly backs Stevenson against Ike, but the book rarely dips into electoral politics. They were conceived elsewhere and put in your charge, like children enrolled in a nursery … any mischief they created was their own responsibility.
Sometimes I struggled to get into the book but at other times I loved it. Disclaimer:A copy that has been read, but remains in excellent condition. Someone stepped to the sideboard and poured Adolph a large whiskey, handing it to him carefully as if it were medicine. Axel turned to see his father deep in conversation with Chairman Tyner, the chairman talking and his father listening and nodding, every now and then glancing at the telephone. Tomorrow held more promise than yesterday, and government was forever. Axel knew the senate chamber as well as he knew the garden room at Echo House.