Of this book's 240 pages, at least 70 have almost nothing to do with Allan Pinkerton and a great deal to do with General George McClellan. Don't know who that is? Civil War General. Don't care? Me neither.
MacKay is, from the evidence presented here, a moderately fine historian and a horrible biographer. Anyone wanting a biography of Allan Pinkerton should know that this unbearably boring book is, in fact, about the Civil War (oh, thank God! Finally, a book about the Civil War! I was wondering when they were going to print one of those) and, rather sullenly, about Pinkerton's involvement in it.
Even those parts that aren't about General McClellan are only sort of about Pinkerton. This might be a good thing, in moderation-- we get a good sense of the events that Pinkerton is supposed to be a part of. But "a good sense" is all. MacKay seems to forget that Pinkerton is supposed to be a part of these events, like a kid who's been given a toy that he doesn't particularly like, and his parents keep reminding him, "Here it is! Here's that toy that you wanted! Don't you want to play with it?" No, MacKay doesn't. He wants to talk about the Civil War, thank you very much.
Do I have to say that I have no desire AT ALL EVER IN MY LIFE to read a book about the Civil War? I don't. Especially one that is disguised as a book about "The First Private Eye." I grew up just a few blocks away from a Civil War reenactment site, in the South, and I know enough about the damn Civil War to get me through this life and the next.
There should be a disclaimer-- if your book has more than five pages about Civil War battles or campaigns, there should be a bright yellow label on the cover reading WARNING: CONTAINS CIVIL WAR HISTORY. PLEASE HANDLE WITH CAUTION. DO NOT READ UNDER ANY CIRCUMSTANCES. IF READ, CONSULT A GERONTOLOGIST IMMEDIATELY AND DO NOT READ ANY FURTHER. DISCARD UNUSED PORTION AFTER THIRTY DAYS.
And they should really put these things out of reach of the general population. Libraries and bookstores should not be polluted by these books. One might safely display such titles in boardrooms of giant corporation's satellite offices, or at sales conventions in Southern hotels, or in cigar bars in suburban sprawl cities. For gentlemen of leisure.
I hate the Civil War, okay you bastards? Now leave me alone with your Civil War. The Civil War! Sweet Mary and Joseph! Enough already. Don't you think it's enough already? Enough already!