A mighty—and mighty trying—soul, very capably and vigorously scrutinized here.
Teddy Roosevelt did not go gently into the good night of postpresidential politics; rather, writes O’Toole, he made as much of a stir out of office as in it, and “the last decade of his life would blind him to distinctions between the public interest and his own.”
No law forbade Roosevelt’s running for a third term in 1908, notes O’Toole (Money and Morals in America, 1998), but custom prevented it; indeed, the two-term limit had been “a sacred American precept” since the time of George Washington, who warned that a president entrenched in office too long would become a tyrant. Roosevelt was no tyrant, but he liked exercising power at his sole discretion, as when he gave a customs post to poet Edward Arlington Robinson for the good of literature, a job that Robinson had to be reminded to go to long enough to collect his paycheck. When he left office, Roosevelt had difficulty adjusting to his newfound inability to issue ukases; he consoled himself by going to Kenya and shooting everything he saw—his party bagged 512 African animals, including 8 elephants—and then returning to New York to conspire against his sometime friend and successor William Howard Taft, who protested that Roosevelt’s called-for regulatory and welfare reforms would require rewriting the Constitution. Roosevelt responded, ere long, by accusing Taft of “violating every canon of human ordinary decency and fair dealing,” which caused poor Taft to break down in tears. But Taft had the last laugh when Roosevelt was denied the Republican nomination in 1912, after which it was Democrat Woodrow Wilson’s turn to rule—and to withstand Roosevelt’s petitions, including the demand that he be given a colonel’s commission when the US entered WWI. Roosevelt’s response on being denied was characteristic: “Our rulers were supple and adroit,” he thundered, quoting the Bible, “but they were not mighty of soul.”
A mighty—and mighty trying—soul, very capably and vigorously scrutinized here.Pub Date: March 1, 2005
ISBN: 0-684-86477-0
Page Count: 448
Publisher: Simon & Schuster
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 2005
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Pub Date: Jan. 16, 2006
ISBN: 0374500010
Page Count: 120
Publisher: Hill & Wang
Review Posted Online: Oct. 7, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 15, 2006
A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular...
A neurosurgeon with a passion for literature tragically finds his perfect subject after his diagnosis of terminal lung cancer.
Writing isn’t brain surgery, but it’s rare when someone adept at the latter is also so accomplished at the former. Searching for meaning and purpose in his life, Kalanithi pursued a doctorate in literature and had felt certain that he wouldn’t enter the field of medicine, in which his father and other members of his family excelled. “But I couldn’t let go of the question,” he writes, after realizing that his goals “didn’t quite fit in an English department.” “Where did biology, morality, literature and philosophy intersect?” So he decided to set aside his doctoral dissertation and belatedly prepare for medical school, which “would allow me a chance to find answers that are not in books, to find a different sort of sublime, to forge relationships with the suffering, and to keep following the question of what makes human life meaningful, even in the face of death and decay.” The author’s empathy undoubtedly made him an exceptional doctor, and the precision of his prose—as well as the moral purpose underscoring it—suggests that he could have written a good book on any subject he chose. Part of what makes this book so essential is the fact that it was written under a death sentence following the diagnosis that upended his life, just as he was preparing to end his residency and attract offers at the top of his profession. Kalanithi learned he might have 10 years to live or perhaps five. Should he return to neurosurgery (he could and did), or should he write (he also did)? Should he and his wife have a baby? They did, eight months before he died, which was less than two years after the original diagnosis. “The fact of death is unsettling,” he understates. “Yet there is no other way to live.”
A moving meditation on mortality by a gifted writer whose dual perspectives of physician and patient provide a singular clarity.Pub Date: Jan. 19, 2016
ISBN: 978-0-8129-8840-6
Page Count: 248
Publisher: Random House
Review Posted Online: Sept. 29, 2015
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 15, 2015
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