Piece of cake. In my top-10 all-time, for sure. Titone's expertise as a researcher in 19th-century American history really shows through, whether she's dealing with the stage, the battlefield, rural America, big cities, high society, the Wild West, the White House, the plays of Shakespeare, abolitionism, secessionism, social conventions, the Draft Riots, the Gold Rush or Pennsylvania's oil strike madness. Her knowledge really brought the story to life on every page.
Without so much arguing the point as demonstrating the point, Titone makes a convincing case that the long shadow of John Wilkes' famous actor-brother, Edwin, was the looming factor behind John Wilkes final curtain call. Even as John Wilkes' B-rated acting, focused on swordplay and agility to overwhelm audiences, so his leap from box to stage after his terrible deed incorporated the same sheer physicality. Incorporating the role of the menacing villain, actually perfected over decades of hard work by his brother Edwin, John Wilkes stalked to the footlights, thrust his bloody dagger into the air and delivered his ultimate lines right on cue.
Edwin's friend, Adam Badeau, wrote, "It was exactly what a man brought up in a theater might have been expected to conceive. A man, too, of his peculiar family, the son of Junius Brutus Booth, used all his life to acting tragedies." Virtually banished to the poorer stages of the South and West by Edwin, who ruled the stages of the big-city North, perhaps it was inevitable that John Wilkes would develop Southern sympathies. But, beyond that, Titone notices that John Wilkes' writings seemed to merge his anger at the political situation over slavery with his feelings of being disregarded by his family: "The dishonorable conduct of Northern men makes me hate my brothers in the North. It severs all our bonds of friendship. It induces our brothers in the North to deny us our rights, to plunder us to rob us! It misrepresents me to the world." (Just substitute "Edwin" for "Northern men" or "brothers", and you can see the author has a point). Revenge is a dish best served cold, as Edwin would realize, "Oh, where has my glory gone? John's madness appeared to seal my destiny."
Interestingly, John Wilkes, who ran out on his Richmond stage company for a lark, simply an opportunity to see the hanging of Old John Brown in Charlestown, VA, could still admit the sanctity of Brown's crusade. He saw Lincoln's wartime tactics as shameful compared to the liberating crusade "...of Old John Brown...that rugged old hero. John Brown was a man inspired, the grandest character of the century." Next to Brown, he saw Lincoln as coarse and vulgar--a disgrace. And so, the plot, the play, could not have unfolded better for John Wilkes. Perhaps it was the very subject of the play that drove Abraham and Mary Todd to Ford's Theater on April 14, 1865. Why go again? They had already seen "Our American Cousin" once, a while before. Besides, a rival theater across-town was even staging the taking of Fort Sumter, a pyrotechnic-fest, that at least attracted their young son, Tad. But, in the end, the Lincolns eschewed that grandiose, patriotic spectacular in favor of a second-rate play at Ford's. "Americans loved watching a tobacco-chewing Yankee triumph over British snobs to win a lady for his wife." And, there it is. Titone makes it so understandable why the high-born Mary Todd would have brought her simple, country lover back to an encore showing at Ford's Theater, and into the very maw of the jilted, second-rate actor John Wilkes Booth.
Titone winds down her story with the musings of an actor, "We actors are born at the rise of a curtain, and we die with its fall, and every night in the presence of our patrons we write our new creation, and every night it is blotted out forever. " But she writes that after April 14, 1865, "John Wilkes Booth's new creation never would be expunged from memory." Likewise, this book, this thorough writing style, will stay with me forever.