Decision Points

I have a ….complicated relationship with George W. Bush. He was the president when I was in high school, and most importantly during 9/11: his “I can hear you!” response still makes me want to find a table, stand on it, and go “Oh captain my captain!”. I voted to reelect him in 2004, and then I voted straight-line Democrat in 2006. Reaction to his expansion of the military/police/surveillance state from 2005-forward was the beginning of my political consciousness; he made me a civil libertarian by opposition to his policies, which eventually made me a regular ol’ libertarian. I look at him and my multi-folded brain produces a dissonant chorus: the teenager who would stand on a desk for him, the early 20-something whose lip curled in rage at his name; the adult who wrestles with both. I’ve never read Decision Points, but somehow learning that he’d narrated it made me want to listen to it. So….read this knowing that it’s not a formal book review, but the record of a complicated man listening to another complicated man and trying to find a reckoning. (For what it’s worth, I have a similarly complicated relationship with Obama, who made me Believe again and then crushed my spirits.) The book is not a ‘biography’ as such, but rather Bush looking back at some of the hard calls of his life and presidency, and explaining why he made the decisions he did. What the reader gets out of this depends on what they went in for.

I listen to audiobooks in my car, not because I have a long commute but because my ladyfriend lives two hours away and I tend to speed if I listen to music. I have to say that spending hours listening to Bush talk about the Patriot Act, and dealing with two different versions of me arguing with one another while present-me tried to moderate and watch traffic at the same time (dude, I am not going to speed up for you, I am going to keep going slower and slower until you pass me) is a…unique experience. It’s also fairly depressing, to be honest, especially when he says stuff like “The liberation of Afghanistan had begun”. Bush frames this book not as a conventional biography, but a series of life-changing (and later on, world-changing) decisions: he begins with his decision to quit drinking, moves on to his decision to pursue a life in politics, and then discusses his political decisions. He opens his admin with a discussion on the stem cell debate instead of the obvious 9/11 / War on Terror track, but the latter dominates the midsection of the book, so it makes sense to address that first. It really wouldn’t fit in anywhere else. I will say up front that while I am a Southerner who enjoys listening to Bush’s Texas drawl, he is not as good a reader as Richard Nixon. When I listened to In the Arena by RN, I felt like the man was sitting opposite of me, bourbon in hand, earnestly talking to me about his life. When I listened to this, I distinctly felt like I was being read to from a book. There’s personality, there’s..some performance, but it’s worlds more static than RN’s delivery. This is especially obvious when he’s quoting himself and his self at the time was definitely more emotional.

Content-wise, the book itself is a mixed bag. I enjoyed hearing Bush’s behind-the-scenes offerings, but his rationale for doing this or that was not markedly different than the same rote we heard at the time. Granted, he published this fairly soon after he was out of office, in 2010, so perspective has not had much chance to form. The fine wine of hindsight was an off-tasting grape juice at that point. He admits that the intelligence that led him to invade Iraq at the time was flawed, but maintains that he had no idea at the time — and, if he were in the same position now, with the same intelligence and circumstances, he’d do it again. My memory can support this to an extent: assuming memories old enough to drink are valid, Afghanistan turned quiescent, and then Iraq happened and the insurgency, and it was the ‘bad war’; then we settled Iraq and Afghanistan became more and more complicated and it hung around our national neck like a millstone until Trump made the decision to cut bait and run, and Biden fulfilled it. When Bush was writing, we were still in that “Afghanistan War good, Iraq War bad” stage. Of course, now we know that the Iraq War’s repercussions were far worse, because they led to the rise of ISIS and to the Syrian war in which DC funded al-Queda to take down Assad (insert your favorite profanity here) — but we didn’t at the time. While I am old enough to know that politicians often lie, I am also old enough to know that the establishment also lies to the president, so I’m hesitant to go off on his rationales of all these decisions. Frankly, I already went off on them, 20 years ago, and I found it weird and amusing to listen to him offer defenses for the PATRIOT Act, the Military Commissions Act, the FISA act, etc. I remember at the time being radicalized by these, but now so much time has passed, and we’ve all become so accustomed to gross abuses of government power, that I couldn’t really remember why I’d been angry about them. (This, despite going off on lectures on people at the time!) Listening to Bush defend them, though, awoke my 2006-2007 self (who is still very angry) while my 2002 self just shrunk back feeling confused and heartbroken. Books are not for the faint of heart, I must say.

This was an interesting experience. I imagine reading the book would have been less impactful than listening to George W. read it, because — I like listening to him. It’s not just the drawl to my Southern ears, either, it’s hearing a voice from a past that, despite its problems, invokes comfort and nostalgia. That’s the funny thing about growing old, I suppose: in high school we were forced to look at the future with fear and trembling at the time by al-Queda’s actions, but at the same time I was exploring the brave new world of the internet in the early 2000s, and then — as I approached adulthood — I was getting invested in politics and remember being earnestly angry about it. Now that I’m beginning my forties, I’ve seen so much scandal that it’s very nearly water off a duck’s back — a kind of a ‘same (stuff), different day” mentality. Listening to this made me feel a sense of loss for my former self — someone who believed in something, someone who cared. I still believe in things, but not politicians. There’s a part of me that died in the car while listening to a debate between Obama and Clinton, thinking “they’re all the same, aren’t they?”, and he’s never come back. I suppose he never will, but I kind of miss him even my ‘older and wiser’ self writes him off as young and foolish. I suppose it’s telling that my 2026 self wound up just switching to a physical copy to finish the rest of the book, which hit on things like Hurricane Katrina and the economic hemorrhage.

This one is a hard one to summarize because I was listening to it — and reading — through a haze of strong emotions. These were my formative years in politics, so it’s hard to be objective. Bottom line, it was interesting to see Bush’s perspective on these events, however curated; I enjoyed hearing his voice, but he does not have a calling as an Audible narrator. His father is much better at it, but alas my listen-to of “Poppy’s” letters has been PETRIFOCUS TOTALUS!’d by the release of Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, full cast audio. Ultimately, I don’t think W was a bad man: I think he made a lot of decisions under intense pressure, some of which were good and some of which were bad. That judgement is not made with the virtue of hindsight: I’m not judging Iraq as bad simply because of what happened a decade later, but by the principle that America should not go abroad in search of monsters to destroy: the so-called ’empire of liberty’ is a lie. Empire must be imperial; we cannot wield the One Ring without being subverted by its sickness.

I should maybe schedule something with kittens and flowers soon.

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Classics Club Spin #44

It’s time for another Classics Club spin, in which we’re given until May 17th to produce a list of 20 titles remaining on our Classics Club list, and then on that date a random number tells us which book on our list to read next. Because I have under twenty titles remaining on my list, I’m going to do the same thing I did last time: if the random number is above 10, I’ll simply subtract ten and go with the result. “#19” would translate to “#9” on my list, and so on.

Spin List Candidates!

(1) Ida Elizabeth. Sigrid Undset

(2) A Tree Grows in Brooklyn. Betty Smith

(3) Resurrection, Leo Tolstoy

(4) All the Little Live Things, Wallace Stegner

(5) The Mind of the South, W.J. Cash

(6) On the Nature of Things, Lucretius. Translated by Anthony Esolen.

(7) Their Eyes Were Watching God, Zora Neale Hurston

(8) Mansfield Park, Jane Austen

(9) Angle of Repose, Wallace Stegner

(10) Cancer Ward, Aleksandr Solzhenitsyn

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WWW Wednesday

Today’s prompt from Long and Short Reviews is, what’s something we’d like to know more about? ….well, everything. You know when we’re children, we pester adults with question after question — what’s that? What’s that? Why does it do this? What does that do that? Where does this come from? That part of me never shut up. It’s the reason I have a book on ‘urban infrastructure’ that covers things like transformers, and why I will happily spend several hours digging around on the internet archive looking for answers to what the cryptic string ‘sept24d1m” means. (It means “run this ad in every daily paper for one month.“) It’s why I listen watch doctors dissect tv shows, or why yesterday I spent time digging through the Alabama League of Municipalities, which is a group for city attorneys. I just want to know everything about everything!

WHAT have you finished reading recently? I’m more or less done listening to Decision Points by George W. Bush, and before that I re-listened to In the Arena by Richard Nixon.

WHAT are you reading now? I paused Kennedy and Nixon for a moment to begin Maverick, a biography of Thomas Sowell which I’m enjoying enormously. I’ve begun listening to George H.W. Bush and family read a collection of his letters, which is a lot more interesting than it sounds. I’ll probably finish Maverick today.

WHAT are you reading next? Harry Potter and the Deathly Hallows, full cast audio edition, just dropped yesterday!

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Top Ten Bookish Quotes in re: the Whole Flower Thingummy

(Yes, I’ve been enjoying PG Wodehouse. How could you tell?)

Louisiana iris in a long-lost stand

Teaser Tuesday

“The one thing that saved me was that I always thought facts mattered. And once you think that facts matter, then of course that’s a very different ball game.” MAVERICK: A BIOGRAPHY OF THOMAS SOWELL, Jason Riley

Today’s TTT is “May Flowers”, and it’s supposed to be a psuedo-freebie in which we take liberties with flowers. I did that in ’24 with books with flower on the title, pictures of flowers, and a bit of music with flowers in the title. I feel this is peak May Flowers Freebie posting, so check it out. This time I’m going to share ….quotes about flowers, but I really liked sharing “Flower Duet” so I’m going to share another flowery song. Fun fact: when looking for quotes for this (because I only knew a few from memory and had to look on goodreads for the rest), I found a quote that said flowers were the Romeo and Juliet of nature. Someone has no idea how that play goes, do they?

I saw her sitting in the rain
Raindrops falling on her
She didn’t seem to care,
She sat there and smiled at me
And I knew
She could make me happy
Flowers in her hair
Flowers everywhere!

I love the flower girl
I don’t know just why, she simply caught my eye
I love the flower girl
She seemed so sweet and kind,
Shee crept into my mind

(1) “Our highest assurance of the goodness of Providence seems to me to rest in the flowers. All other things, our powers, our desires, our food, are all really necessary for our existence in the first instance. But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its colour are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.” MEMOIRS OF SHERLOCK HOLMES

(2) “I felt after I finished Slaughterhouse-Five that I didn’t have to write at all anymore if I didn’t want to. It was the end of some sort of career. I don’t know why, exactly. I suppose that flowers, when they’re through blooming, have some sort of awareness of some purpose having been served. Flowers didn’t ask to be flowers and I didn’t ask to be me. At the end of Slaughterhouse-Five…I had a shutting-off feeling…that I had done what I was supposed to do and everything was OK.” (Kurt Vonnegut, CONVERSATIONS WITH KURT VONNEGUT)

(3)
Nature’s first green is gold,
Her hardest hue to hold.
Her early leaf’s a flower;
But only so an hour.
Then leaf subsides to leaf.
So Eden sank to grief,
So dawn goes down to day.
Nothing gold can stay.
(“Nothing Gold can Stay”, Robert Frost. All my Outsiders people holla!)

(4) Oh for boyhood’s time of June,
Crowding years in one brief moon,
When all things I heard or saw,
Me, their master, waited for.
I was rich in flowers and trees,
Humming-birds and honey-bees
(“Barefoot Boy with Cheek of Tan”, John Greenleaf Whittier. The entire poem is worth reading/reciting/memorizing.)

(5) “Butterflies are not insects,’ Captain John Sterling said soberly. ‘They are self-propelled flowers.” Bob Heinlein, The Cat Who Walks Through Walls.

(6) “I hope that while so many people are out smelling the flowers, someone is taking the time to plant some.” Herbert Rappaport

(7) “Writing blooms flowers for mind, which last forever.” Debasish Mridha

(8) “Flowers and fruits are always fit presents; flowers, because they are a proud assertion that a ray of beauty outvalues all the utilities of the world. These gay natures contrast with the somewhat stern countenance of ordinary nature: they are like music heard out of a work-house. Nature does not cocker us; we are children, not pets; she is not fond; everything is dealt to us without fear or favor, after severe universal laws. Yet these delicate flowers look like the frolic and interference of love and beauty. Men use to tell us that we love flattery even though we are not deceived by it, because it shows that we are of importance enough to be courted. Something like that pleasure, the flowers give us: what am I to whom these sweet hints are addressed?” – Ralph Waldo Emerson

(9) “She paused for a moment, curtsying to the flowers as if they were lords and ladies of the court.”
― Gina Marinello-Sweeney, Prince of Chandeliers

(10) “I ain’t dead yet — gimme my flowers now!” – Charlie Parr

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Ope! ..it’s the Midwest Survival Guide

A few years ago I stumbled into the Midwestcentric comedy stylings of Charlie Berens, and he’s become a close favorite: I rewatch his and YouBetcha’s collabs constantly. The Midwest Survival Guide is a solo effort of his, one I ignored until I saw that Charlie did his own audio. Well, six hours of listening to Charlie sounds like a good time to me! The Guide is fairly scattershot with a loose grouping around the concept of all things Midwest: Charlie discusses movies set in the midwest, popular food, social expectations, and what to expect month by month as far as lawncare goes. This is a book written for humor’s sake, so gags are ubiquitous: the chapter on food is riddled with corny puns. (Ya see what I did there? I made a pun about a guy making puns, they call it meta.) His history of the midwest includes two Lakota individuals departing with a ‘Tell yer folks I says hi’, and so on. The book’s greatest fault is that in its listing of Midwest movies and books, it fails to include The Mighty Ducks. I’m sorry, Charlie, but you can’t be the age you are and skip the Mighty Ducks. You grew up with those Minnesota kids, dag-nabbit! A lot of what Charlie refers to as midwestern is not exclusively midwestern, and this is something I’ve noticed when watching his and YouBetcha’s collabs. A big example of this is his saying that ‘Watch out for deer’ is Midwest for ‘I love you’. Sorry, Charlie, but that’s ubiquitous in the Southland, and I’d bet money that upstate New Yorkers and and Maineiacs say it, too. Ditto for tail-gating, which is practically a religion down here in SEC Country. Perhaps some things he associates with the midwest are really “rural culture” things? While being the fan that I am of Charlie I was roughly familiar with a lot of the topics being gently mocked, there were still some new ones like the obsession with euchre (which I gather is a card game). I enjoyed myself while listening to this, but I’m a Charlie fan so that was a given.

A post of mine from 4 years ago

I hope you enjoyed this non-presidential post: we’ll be right back with Kennedy and Nixon!

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Killing Kennedy

A black convertible slows around a turn in Dallas, showing off a handsome couple in the backseat. Shots are fired, and suddenly a woman in pink is climbing across the trunk of the convertible as it now speeds away. These are images that have haunted the United States for decades: the reigning Boomer generation was then in grade school when Kennedy was shot, and have doubtless carried the shock and grief of that with them the way adults of my age carry the images of 9/11 — the blue skies, the towers, the sudden explosion of impact. Bill O’Reilly was one of those shaken schoolchildren, and in Killing Kennedy he delivers a light history of the Kennedy assassination that primes readers to admire the president, then be properly horrified when he’s shot in cold blood by a disturbed Communist sympathizer. I say light history because it doesn’t try to go into deep details like Case Closed or a similar work: this is simply a narrative of who JFK was, his issues in office leading up to the assassination, and coverage of the day itself. The perspective is almost always intimate: even when writing about larger affairs like the Cuban Missile Crisis, O’Reilly and Dugard put us into the ‘room where it happened’, so to speak, with details like conversations, reactions, etc. This makes for a very novel-like experience, though it did give me pause — especially when the subject was Lee Harvey Oswald, who was shot fairly quickly after being arrested. He wasn’t giving testimony, so I’m leery about taking statements about his emotional state, motives, etc: O’Reilly paints him as a disturbed individual who wanted to do something big. The immersion can almost be distracting if the reader is intent on learning about the assassination , especially when we’re learning about JFK’s philandering or his relationship with Frank Sinatra — but arguably for casual readers, it develops the background of the men and women we’re spending time with. I’ve never read a book on the Kennedy assassination proper, but this struck me as a good introduction to it: it’s an easy read that has enough detail to feel like one can see these events, and offers emotional context to make the reader want to pursue more of the story.

Random sidebar: reading the section on Sinatra and Kennedy made me realize why I have such animus against Bobby Kennedy. I used to be obsessed with Frank Sinatra, and in high school and community college I read every book I could find on him. Sinatra was a huge JFK fanboy and completely renovated his Palm Springs house so that JFK could stay there: Sinatra added a helipad, cottages for the secret service, a new telecommunications system, etc — all for Bobby Kennedy to suggest that when JFK went to Hollywood to cheat on his wife with Marilyn Monroe, he shouldn’t do it in a bed that mobsters had probably slept in. JFK had to do his philandering at Bing Crosby’s house, instead. Poor Frankie was devastated.

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WWW Wednesday & Long and Short Reviews

Today’s prompt is “What could you give a speech about without notice”, which makes me laugh because going off on spontaneous history lectures is a specialty of mine. History is my passion, and it’s partially connected to my profession: I do local history at my library, and often engage in research when things are slow on the floor. (This rarely happens, and even when I retreat to the archives to ponder my books and photos in peace, people come hunting me. Alas.) My ability to suddenly explode into a lecture got me invited onto a ghost-hunt inside a building I really wanted to document, so it’s not just a party trick.

WWW Wednesday

WHAT have you finished reading recently? Ike and Dick, as well as Being Nixon. I’m so deep into Nixonland that I had a dream that I went into a back-country drive bar and stumbled into him inside, enjoying a brew and some music. We talked about Ike and Dick and he nodded ruefully.

WHAT are you reading? I’m giving Killing Kennedy a shot because I watched three Kennedy movies last week, two of which were connected to the assassination. So far it’s a lot of gossip about JFK’s sex life. I’m also listening to In the Arena, read by RN himself, and to The Midwest Survival Guide, read by Charlie Berens, whose comedy I love. (Keep er movin’!)

WHAT are you reading next? Oh, lord. So, this past weekend I received three books — Lee in the Shadow of Washington, Lincoln by Gore Vidal, and Maverick by Jason Riley. The latter is a biography of Thomas Sowell. On order, I have Kennedy and Nixon, by Chris Matthews; The Declaration of Independence by Brad Birzer; and A Time to Heal by Gerald Ford. The latter was the first or second presidential biography I ever read, back in high school, and I remember it fondly. Freya India’s Girls was just released, so I’m waiting to start my ebook version of that.

I need a vacation just to read my books, and now I’m eying a George H.W. Bush biography with interest. In the words of Jim Carrey in The Mask, sssomebody stop me!

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Being Nixon

Last year I nearly did a deep dive into all things Nixon: exactly a year later,  he beckoned me to follow him, and this time I did.  What is it about Nixon?  One book I’ve read recently, and I can’t tell you which because I’ve been grazing so many, said that Nixon’s life would make for a perfect novel with its levels of drama and tragedy.  Imagine a man reelected overwhelmingly – carrying all but one state, a singular feat matched only by Reagan some years later –  and then within a couple of years,  leaving DC in ignominy.  I’m not sure where my fascination with Nixon began – perhaps it owes to my contrarian streak and wanting to find something redeemable in him just because he’s disliked, or perhaps I saw something in all those presidential books I read back in 2023 (on the President’s Club,  on life in the White House, etc) that intrigued me. At any rate, the more I read about about RN, the more interesting the man gets. 

Being Nixon is a biography, but it’s one that looks intently at Nixon’s interior life, his character and personality.   The conventional view of Nixon is that of a dark-jowled old man, glowering from his office and making plots from behind the Wilson desk.   Nixon was more than that, though: he was a man who jumped up and down in his chair while immersed in a good movie, who roared with delight at baseball games, who entertained at parties by playing lively tunes on the piano.  He was, oddly, an introvert who was nonetheless drawn toward a career that almost demanded extroversion.  He could be painfully shy and conflict-avoidant, making him an odd duck at parties – unless he felt comfortable with the people he was with, at which point he came alive.   He also came alive when discussing policy, particularly foreign policy.  It was arguably his greatest talent, and one he exercised as vice president, president, and former president: no other chief executive of the US had made as many foreign trips as Nixon overseas.He had such a grasp on Russia and China – their nature, their interests – that even on the day before he died, he and President Clinton were conversing on Russia policy. 

Being Nixon accomplishes the feat of providing both a detailed political biography  – Nixon’s rise to power, being sidelined by the Kennedys,  quarreling with Kissinger  et. al over Vietnam policy – while at the same time studying the man himself. Nixon came from poverty and struggle: he had a thirst to prove himself. A dauntingly hard worker,  the higher he climbed the further he wanted to go: he didn’t simply want to be president, he wanted to be a statesman who contributed to a new order – a global Metternich, if you will. And he did enormous things, good and  ill –  improving relations with the Soviet Union, opening them up with Red China. He wasn’t a Wilsonian idealist, though, but more of a pragmatist – and while he started politics clean, after he’d been in the game for a while he started seeing how others twisted the rules.  That pragmatism then drifted to a willingness to engage in fighting dirty, especially after the 1960 election where he was beaten using stuffed ballot poxes and similar tricks.  This openness to the dark grew when he became convinced that his office was being spied on and information was being leaked out. (He was right on both counts,  though the revelation that the DoD was spying on him wasn’t public when this book was published.)  His desire to get the goods on the adversary created an atmosphere in the Oval Office that tacitly encouraged things like the break-in, even if Nixon was not aware of that particular plan. Where he erred, of course, was participating in an attempt to squelch the story – painfully ironic considering that he said of Alger Hiss, when taking the communist down, that his lying and coverup had been what exposed his original crime. 

This is a deep, dense book that I enjoyed taking my time with over the last two weeks;   it’s been my first full review of Nixon’s life and career, and I loved the way it tried to get to know the man himself, because he was a tempest in himself, whose rise and fall and refusal to quit and self-sabotage are a tale worthy of Tolstoy or Shakespeare.

Quotations

Nixon resisted. “I can’t fire men simply because of the appearance of guilt. I have to have proof of their guilt.”

Peterson ‘straightened’, Nixon recalled, and said, “What you have just said, Mr. President, speaks very well of you as a man. It does not speak well of you as a President.”

Governor Wilson borrowed a favorite Nixon line from Sophocles: “One must wait until the evening to see how splendid the day has been. Clinton  said, “May the day of judging President Nixon on anything less than his entire life and career come to a close.” 

A Manichaean divide between light and dark is useful in religion and literature and possibly political science, but it is a device, a construct. There was only one Nixon. In Nixon the light and dark straints are intricably intertwined, impossible to disentangled. They fed each other. Nixon’s strengths were his weaknesses, and vice versa. The device that propelled him also crippled him. The underdog’s sensitivity that made him farsighted also blinded him. He wanted to show that he was hard because he felt soft. He learned to be popular because he felt rejected. He was the lonely everyman to the end. 

It is one of the mysteries — and glories — of human nature that sinners can become saints. But only in prayers of another world are saints truly cleansed of sin. Often the more convincing moralists are the very ones who feel the temptation to sin most strongly. Some turn out to be hypocrites, but that does not mean their sermons are hollow. Very few, if any, great men or women are pure of heart, but inner torment and even a touch of wickedness can be catalysts to greatness.

Nixon was no saint. But the fears and insecurities that led him into sinfulness s also gave him the drive to push past self-doubt, to pretend to be cheerful, to dare to be brave, to see, often through sadly not always, the light in the dark. 

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Teaser Tuesday

Teaser Tuesday

Shortly after one-thirty, he was informed by his military aide, Brigadier General Robert Schulz, that President Kennedy had been shot. There was still something about General Eisenhower, now seventy-three, that made people turn to him for reassurance. A reporter asked, “General, will the nation be all right in the months ahead? IKE AND DICK: A PORTRAIT OF A STRANGE POLITICAL MARRIAGE

Nixon: I scored 128 today, Henry.
Henry Kissinger: Your golf game is improving!
Nixon: I was BOWLING.
BEING NIXON, Evan Thomas

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Ike and Dick

I increasingly find Richard Nixon a fascinating personality, and stumbled onto this while looking for Nixon books: I’ve been reading it along with Being Nixon the last week or so. Ike and Dick focuses on the relationship between these two men, who were very dissimilar but nontheless became running mates in two elections. The book does not stop with the end of Eisenhower’s term in office, but rather continues on until after the general’s passing. Theirs was an interesting relationship: Nixon was an accomplished, ambitious, and talented rising star, but he had limits Eisenhower was aware of, and so was treated cautiously for years. Nixon, who first looked at the General with the fawning respect of a younger officer to a senior one, quickly realized that good ol’ Ike had a cold, manipulative side. This is an interesting look at a pivotal political and personal relationship.

Dwight Eisenhower could have run for either party in the 1950s and won: the fact that he chose to run as a Republican annoyed Harry Truman greatly and put him into a position to mentor up-and-comers like Richard Nixon. Nixon had already made his bones as a legislator, and attained some national prominent as the man who took down Alger Hiss, accused of being a Soviet spy and convicted of perjury given that charges of treason were already passed the statute of limitations. A hard-working, well-spoken red-hunter was just the ticket in 1952. While Nixon was very much a political creature in terms of thinking about policy, in interpreting how parties and interests might be affected by this action or even a word or gesture, he was not skilled in personal engagement. He was shy, often formal or awkward, and didn’t seem to know how to coordinate his hands and his mouth during a speech. Eisenhower struggled to bond with him over activities like fly-fishing, and when Nixon was accused of using campaign donations for office use (the horrors!), Eisenhower seemed open to dropping him from the ticket altogether. The ‘fund affair’ appears to have defined their relationship fairly well, at least until the late 1960s: Eisenhower was a commanding general and administrator who saw Nixon as a tool fit for some purposes and not for others, at least at first, and he was happy to use said tool and then put it away. (One use: Nixon was very good in foreign policy, so he traveled in the president’s stead.) Nixon, who took things very seriously, was hurt by this — but he was a man who had a talent for turning pain and setback into a reason to make a comeback, if only for spite. Eventually, the two men did become more like friends, though Nixon never became the fisherman or golfer Ike would have preferred. That friendship continues until Eisenhower’s death, by which point he was signing his letters to Nixon with “Ike” — not a name Nixon ever felt comfortable using around Eisenhower. The last sections of an enfeebled Eisenhower waving a flag while well-wishers played favorite music from the hospital parking lot, and Nixon weeping at the news that his commander and mentor had passed, are fairly poignant.

I’m currently overdosing on RN at the moment, being nearly through with Being Nixon and re-listening to his post-presidency memoir, In the Arena, but I enjoyed this volume among them for the unique context. We often regard Nixon as a man alone, but here he grows in relationship with another singular personality and we get to see him as an earnest protege, a partner, and friend. It also shed light on a lot of Nixon’s other often overlooked aspects — his Quaker-derived racial sensibilities, for instance, that led to him become friends of a sort with Martin Luther King Jr. There’s more Nixon coming — I should finish Being Nixon tonight, and this weekend I’m expecting a book on Nixon and Kennedy’s relationship to arrive in the mail.

Quotations

“Well why do we fight Communism in the first place? Because Communism threatens freedom and when we use unfair methods for fighting Communists, we help to destroy freedom ourself . . . And when through carelessness you lump the innocent and the guilty together, what you do is give the guilty a chance to pull the cloak of innocence around themselves.” Nixon, speech against McCarthy

Eisenhower kept acting as if a decision to intervene was in the process of being formed, but, as Nixon intuited, he was only going through the motions of making up his mind during hours of National Security Council meetings when he’d go around a long octagonal table asking for comment while he doodled—sometimes fiercely, often producing perfectly proportioned drawings of cups in saucers, and sometimes the faces of the participants, and occasionally poking his pencil through the paper.

“Does the man think of nothing else but politics?!” – Eisenhower on Nixon

“If Richard Nixon is not sincere, he is the most dangerous man in America.” – MLK Jr

Shortly after one-thirty, he was informed by his military aide, Brigadier General Robert Schulz, that President Kennedy had been shot. There was still something about General Eisenhower, now seventy-three, that made people turn to him for reassurance. A reporter asked, “General, will the nation be all right in the months ahead?”

On his seventy-eighth birthday, October 14, the Army band stood below his third-floor window and for fifteen minutes played some of his favorite tunes, including “The Yellow Rose of Texas” and “The Caissons Go Rolling Along.” When they got to “The Beer Barrel Polka,” Ike came to the window and kept time with a tiny flag that had five white stars on a dark background; it was the first time in six months that the public could see the general, who now weighed 148 pounds, and, as it turned out, it was the last time. All of this—the music and the sight and sound of people cheering—was enough to make him dab his eyes with a handkerchief.

He returned to New York on the weekend before the inaugural—January 20 fell on a Monday—and on that Sunday, Eisenhower telephoned. It was, he told Nixon, his last chance to say, “Hi, Dick!” After that, it was going to be “Mr. President.”

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