This book tells the story of Welles Crowther, a 24-year-old man who, on September 11, 2001, began his day as an equities trader at the World Trade Center and ended it as part of the FDNY rescue team. Unfortunately his life also ended that day, but not before he led several other people out of the towers to safety. In The Red Bandanna, Tom Rinaldi recounts Crowther's childhood and adolescence, reading the past through the lens of the present, trying to find hints and clues in Crowther's youth of the heroism he would display as a young man.
Rinaldi's work reads as an extended eulogy, and he treads the line between pathos and sentimentality, memoir and hagiography, with varying degrees of success. Crowther is not portrayed as "perfect," but one does get the sense that his life has been a little whitewashed in light of his tragic death. Rinaldi's attempts at philosophizing can be a little jarring, such as when he asks the reader when she "gave up" on her dreams, leading up to the story of how Welles, though he worked in the lucrative field of finance, never fully gave up on his desire to become a firefighter. I'm not quite clear what Rinaldi hoped to achieve in such passages. Evoke a lost sense of inspired idealism in his reader? Place Welles on a pedestal above the reader as one who didn't give up his dreams? Either way, a lot of questionable assumptions about the reader are being made.
I think the book wants to portray Welles as both unique in his willingness to sacrifice himself for others, yet as also sharing in the heroism displayed by so many on September 11, including the many who perhaps were not recognized or honored. Rinaldi's writing is not entirely up to this task. He's at his best when he sticks to journalistic-style narrative, describing anecdotes and events and quoting witnesses and acquaintances. His recreated account of the day itself is haunting and horrifying, and when the survivors' voices got a chance to shine through, the tale became unforgettably gripping.
In the end, Welles' family's determination that their son should not have died in vain - that their son's death must have some sort of meaning and purpose - their efforts to ensure that his sacrifice will not be forgotten - becomes just as important a piece of the story as Welles' actions. The implied philosophical questions raised by the book - and the ones that interest me the most - are what makes a good death, how our lives prepare us for it, and how our loved ones help establish our deaths as meaningful. The story of Welles Crowther provides one family's attempts to answer those questions in the wake of unimaginable loss.