Many of us have flown into New York's LaGuardia Airport, heard the marvelous stories about the mayor reading the funny papers over the radio during the strike, and had a vague notion of how he had reformed New York City after the Tammany Hall political machine had nearly ruined it. For me, there was a vague notion about LaGuardia succeeding Beau James, the legendary Jimmy Walker (probably best-known for the Bob Hope cinematic portrayal) and an image of the short Italian (who should have been played in a movie by Lou Costello) with top hat, tails, and a big cigar.
What I didn't know until I read this book was how active LaGuardia was in reforming the NYPD, how instrumental he was in milking FDR's New Deal for federal money to create affordable housing, how popular and well-known he was throughout the country--even though his presidential ambitions took a back seat to FDR and the war, and how vital his administration was in creating the original New York World's Fair (atop a former dump) and building what major thoroughfares exist to this day. New York was wealthier and healthier when LaGuardia finished his mayoral terms.
Recently, when I was reading this book while visiting New York City, a resident of Manhattan saw that I was reading the book and asked me about the title. "Just because he was short?" he asked. I answered that Jeffries' inspiration for the title came from the fact that LaGuardia had a bust of Napoleon on his desk even when he was just a congressman (having been elected from two different districts).
The portion of the mayor's life that I found most interesting was when he left the US Congress to serve in the air force during World War I. As you might guess from the airport's honorific, he was a pilot. And he was a pilot who was amazingly efficient at cutting through red tape and making things happen to support the war effort. Just as he had in battles against the machine politics of the big city, he managed to root out the favoritism and corruption in his little portion of the theater of war.
I was also fascinated by how he clearly denounced Hitler and the Nazis in the build-up to WWII, not buying the isolationist line financed by people like Henry Ford and advocated by heroes like Lindberg and the privileged like Kennedy. Yet, he never overtly attacked Il Duce and the Italian fascists, apparently either believing Mussolini to have been duped by the fuhrer or not wanting to risk losing his Italian-American voter base. The latter seems difficult to reconcile with his candidness in other areas, even as it seems the most likely.
This was a terrific book to read when visiting New York City. It made places come to life and allowed one's imagination to time-travel even more than usual in the environs of Manhattan.