Rich with detail from diaries, newspapers, correspondence, and other writings, this volume is a necessary one on an important woman. I would have appreciated more insight into Barton's religious leanings, but Pryor made it clear that Barton was private about her spirituality, though it seems there were a few stones unturned. Artwork would have been a delightful addition--if only the University of Pennsylvania had upped their game in 1987.
This is one of those biographies that's rich with living-history nuggets. Barton's full name is Clarissa Harlowe Barton. She was named after an aunt who was named after my least favorite novel ever by Samual Richardson (talk about fanatics--she had another aunt named Pamela). Pryor brought her mental health struggles to life, and her mother's difficult personality (spiteful much?) and her sister Dolly, who went insane, cared for with all the tenderness of the Victorian era. Barton's involvement in international politics and benevolence was richly explicated, and there was a lot to cover.
My one quibble is that Pryor makes her interpretation of Barton clear from the outset. She doesn't let the life of Barton herself bring the reader to her conclusions, but wags her evidence in the reader's face too frequently. However, her interpretation is well-supported, so this doesn't weaken the biography overall. Barton had a strong personality, which turns some people away from her, but her tenacity helped her cause.