Well, a quick scan of the reviews indicated a general distaste for this book; many people touched on things I imagined would really bug me.
So, I went into this one excited but still prepared to be bored and annoyed.
I was really surprised at how much I enjoyed it.
The audible edition employs dramatic music in places that make for a richer, more immersive experience; Smith relies quite heavily on pathos to convey critical parts of the story, and the music contributes to this effort.
As with most historicals, I had to, well, historicize, meaning I had to grit my teeth at the blatant racism and sexism.
I do appreciate Smith’s choice to eschew the n word (not that negro is all that much better, but themz the times) and that 19th century sentiments regarding womanhood were mostly, and infrequently, implied rather than stated.
I also appreciate that Smith avoids the all too typical conflation of abolitionism with antiracism and, more importantly, that he, for the most part, takes care to depict Lincoln as he was(meaning he does not try to convince readers that Lincoln was some kind of civil rights leader who believed in and advocated for total equality between blacks and whites), not as some people would like him to have been.
And yeah, I know what the ending suggests, but it works because there was, presumably, some kind of epiphany about the “negro’s” “moral” and “intellectual” capacity.
So, why isn’t this a five-star read? Well, Smith opens the novel with a story of a struggling writer who, estranged from his wife and child and stuck working in a general store in a backwater town, needs a break in the worst way.
One day, a smooth and mysterious man by the name of Henry Sturges happens into the store and, after a series of getting-to-know-you exchanges, offers this writer the opportunity of a lifetime.
Cut to a creepy, Interview with a Vampire’esque confrontation between Henry and this writer (remember the final scene between Brad Pitt and Christian Slater?). This is where we leave the writer and go back in time.
Only, we don’t return. We have no idea what becomes of the writer. Did Henry kill him? Did he turn him? Did the writer do anything meaningful with the contents of the package he received? How is it that we have access to the contents of said package? After all, we have no idea when or if the writer ever completed his task.
Who are the 12 people with whom the writer was authorized to discuss the contents of the package?
I get that leaving questions unanswered is a convention of contemporary literature, but this is a huge, huge plot hole, one that a content editor should have plugged.
I also don’t know how I feel about Lincoln becoming the one thing he swore to eradicate.
All in all, it’s flaws aside, Abraham Lincoln: Vampire Hunter is a great book, one with some serious re-readable qualities. four stars.