Fictional account of Jackie Kennedy’s post-assassination life.
Thirty-five years after Pollard’s biography of the First Lady, Jackie, the author returns to the well, this time taking literary license with her story. The first hundred pages are a delight to read as the author dreams up exquisite explanations for Jackie’s sartorial style and disciplined public image. Pollard supplies morsels of Camelot lore that will satisfy fans hungry to learn the regal widow’s secrets: Finally, someone sheds light on what the American icon might have thought of her husband’s womanizing. We witness Jackie’s grief, anger and frustration. How can she truly mourn a man who treated her so shabbily? How can she live up to her image as the perfect widow? Eavesdropping as Jackie lambastes Jack Kennedy’s “girling” buddies and his meddlesome family is a romp. Regrettably, though, the tale soon veers into a poorly hatched espionage plotline. Out of patriotic duty and a desire to seek thrills, Jackie becomes a covert agent. Fans won’t be the only ones who have trouble swallowing the idea of the impeccably dressed blue-blood as a CIA informant. Moreover, they may be shocked by the compromising situations Jackie is forced into. As the spying escalates, the story loses its authentic feel. Pollard would have been better off expanding on the emotional themes and leaving the spy tales to the pros.
Thorough research into Jackie’s life is wasted on a farcical, amateurish plot.