It took me a while to settle in to this book, because I kept trying to read it as a biography of either or both of the Kennedys, but it isn't a biography like that. It is, as the title says, an account of those years of the Kennedy White House- Camelot, if you like. Background information is filled in, so you know the facts of biography, but in another sense they both spring into life fully blown at Kennedy's election. It is a fascinating look at a time that isn't so long ago chronologically (to this Boomer, at least) but in so many ways is another time altogether. And not, it feels, for the better. In just one example of how far we have fallen, Kennedy appointed Republicans to his important financial posts because he said his father always said there wasn't a Democrat alive who knew a damn thing about money. So instead of appointing strictly along party lines, he actually considered what would be - gasp - best for the country. Where are those people now? Do we even produce them anymore? Anyway. It was no surprise to learn that there were many shenanigans going on in the White House but how many, and in how many other places, and how many people knew, was a surprise. These accounts also showed me ways that my memory of events, like the Cuban Missile Crisis, was colored by the message given out. I always believed the Soviets installed those missiles in Cuba as a deliberate act of aggression, totally unprovoked. But come to find out a) we had planted missiles in Turkey right ON the Soviet Union's border first, and b) Castro called in their help because we kept trying to kill him. The book is full of mini biographies of all the White House staffers, and Kennedy's personal friends and entourage, and each one makes fascinating reading. I am not at all a conspiracy theorist, but I have to wonder who Jackie meant when she cried out in the limousine "They've killed him! They've killed Jack!" and, later, when she refused to remove her blood and brain spattered clothing for Johnson's swearing in to "Let them see what they've done." I'm not saying she knew anything, or even was right in her use of the plural pronoun. But it's interesting that her mind went there in that terrible moment. I was reading this in an office while waiting my turn, and the woman looked at it and at me and said "Where were you?" I told her, and she told me.