“One thing I’ve learned about the military. Those brass hats have one great advantage. If we listen to them, and do what they want us to say, none of us will be alive later to tell them they were wrong.” John F. Kennedy
“That this was the most dangerous crisis of the nuclear age does not tell us how dangerous it was.” McGeorge Bundy, JFK’s National Security Advisor
“American history books are full of praise for presidents who win great wars. A word should also be said for those who prevent them.” Theodor Sorenson
By now author Shaara has honed his skills at historical fiction and we know what to expect: The focus will be on conflicts and the interactions of individuals that illuminate the historical moment. Here, he turns to the Cuban Missile Crisis.
Shaara opens with the failed Bay of Pigs invasion that occurred soon after John F. Kennedy took the reins of the United States Presidency.
Sorenson said, “Sir, what now? We can’t hide from the facts, not any longer.”
Kennedy stood now, paced slowly before the windows of his office. “I’m not allowed to be the new kid on the block, no one’s excusing me for being wet behind the ears. People died, and I approved the plan. No blame can be fixed, no matter how tempting it is to hang those damn CIA people out to dry. They know they’re through, especially Bissell. Dulles too, I suppose. The head man can’t be immune. But that won’t satisfy anyone else. It sure as hell won’t satisfy me, or the American public. I’d like to go over to CIA, and smash their damned offices to splinters.” He looked at Taylor now. “The damned Joint Chiefs, you sons of bitches who wear all that fruit salad on your shoulders, just sat there and accepted what the CIA told you. You treat me like I’m five years old, that you have to explain the simplest facts to me. But this time, when all of you should have been throwing cold water on the CIA, you sit back with your oh-so-superior smiles, and sign off on an operation none of you would have dared to approve on your own. You patronized your greenhorn president … and went along with what little the CIA told you, knowing none of this would fall on your heads. As pissed off as I am at all the counsel I received, I will not hide from it. No, gentlemen, this is my doing. It’s my fault, and the blame rests right here in this office. The quicker I own up to that, the quicker we can move forward, put it behind us.”
Sorenson said, “Own up to it publicly? A full statement to the press?”
“A full statement to everyone, the press, the public, the government, and even the damn Russians."
The book moves through the year and a half between this event and the missile crisis. Shaara tells his story, shifting among various personae, but concentrating on three: Robert Kennedy, the President’s brother and, also, Attorney General of the United States; Nikita Krushchev, Joseph Stalin’s successor as head of the U.S.S.R.; and, Joseph Russo, a professor of English at Florida State University with liberal leanings in a conservative district that is trying to understand “a world where nuclear missiles are an everyday fact of life.”
As the months roll by, Shaara dramatizes two themes: the USA’s domestic focus brought on by the civil rights movement; and, the psychological impact upon the USSR of the presence of American missiles “on their border” in Turkey, etc.
Most every character is “real” but their actual words in private discussions are likely entirely invented by Shaara. The author adroitly builds the tensions with both major cultural clashes and rivalries built upon ambition. There is rarely a false note in the novel and, though we know how it turns out, it is a very satisfactory effort.
A fast and thrilling read. 5*