Colonel Roosevelt by Edmund Morris (English) Paperback Book

Description: Colonel Roosevelt by Edmund Morris NEW YORK TIMES BESTSELLER • A NEW YORK TIMES NOTABLE BOOK • "Colonel Roosevelt is compelling reading, and [Edmund] Morris is a brilliant biographer who practices his art at the highest level. . . . A moving, beautifully rendered account."—Fred Kaplan, The Washington Post This biography by Edmund Morris, the Pulitzer Prize– and National Book Award–winning author of The Rise of Theodore Roosevelt and Theodore Rex, marks the completion of a trilogy sure to stand as definitive. Of all our great presidents, Theodore Roosevelt is the only one whose greatness increased out of office. What other president has written forty books, hunted lions, founded a third political party, survived an assassins bullet, and explored an unknown river longer than the Rhine? Packed with more adventure, variety, drama, humor, and tragedy than a big novel, yet documented down to the smallest fact, this masterwork recounts the last decade of perhaps the most amazing life in American history. "Hair-raising . . . awe-inspiring . . . a worthy close to a trilogy sure to be regarded as one of the best studies not just of any president, but of any American."—San Francisco Chronicle FORMAT Paperback LANGUAGE English CONDITION Brand New Author Biography Edmund Morris was born and educated in Kenya and attended college in South Africa. He worked as an advertising copywriter in London before immigrating to the United States in 1968. His first book, The Rise of Theodore Roosevelt, won the Pulitzer Prize and the National Book Award in 1980. Its sequel, Theodore Rex, won the Los Angeles Times Book Prize for Biography in 2001. In between these two books, Morris became President Reagans authorized biographer and wrote the national bestseller Dutch: A Memoir of Ronald Reagan. He then completed his trilogy on the life of the twenty-sixth president with Colonel Roosevelt, also a bestseller, and has published Beethoven: The Universal Composer and This Living Hand and Other Essays. Edison is his final work of biography. He was married to fellow biographer Sylvia Jukes Morris for fifty-two years. Edmund Morris died in 2019. Review "Monumental . . . Morris is a stylish storyteller with an irresistible subject."—The New York Times Book Review"Colonel Roosevelt is compelling reading, and [Edmund] Morris is a brilliant biographer who practices his art at the highest level. . . . The writing is vivid in its restraint, powerful in its precision and shapely in its structure and vision. Morris has a way of making aspects of Roosevelts life and values relevant in both dark and bright ways. A moving, beautifully rendered account of Roosevelts near-death by assassination during the campaign of 1912 resonated for this reader with all the emotion of the assassinations of our recent history."—Fred Kaplan, The Washington Post"Hair-raising . . . awe-inspiring . . . a worthy close to a trilogy sure to be regarded as one of the best studies not just of any president, but of any American."—San Francisco Chronicle "Reading Edmund Morris on Theodore Roosevelt is like listening to Yo-Yo Ma play Bach: you know from the first note youre in inspired hands."—The Washingtonian "[A] splendid and indispensable study of Americas twenty-sixth president . . . Morris is a superb chronicler of Roosevelts busy, peripatetic life. . . . Abraham Lincoln may embody Americas soul, but Theodore Roosevelt has Americas heart."—Chicago TribunePraise for the classic biographies of Edmund MorrisThe Rise of Theodore RooseveltWinner of the Pulitzer Prize "One of those rare works that is both definitive for the period it covers and fascinating to read for sheer entertainment."—The New York Times Book Review "A towering biography."—Time Theodore RexWinner of the Los Angeles Times Book Prize for Biography "A masterpiece . . . A great president has finally found a great biographer."—The Washington Post "As a literary work on Theodore Roosevelt, it is unlikely ever to be surpassed. It is one of the great histories of the American presidency, worthy of being on a shelf alongside Henry Adamss volumes on Jefferson and Madison."—Times Literary Supplement "Magnificent . . . a compulsively readable, beautifully measured and paced account."—Chicago Tribune Review Quote Praise for Colonel Roosevelt "Now with Colonel Roosevelt , the magnum opus is complete. And it deserves to stand as the definitive study of its restless, mutable, ever-boyish, erudite and tirelessly energetic subject. Mr. Morris has addressed the toughest and most frustrating part of Roosevelts life with the same care and precision that he brought to the two earlier installments. And if this story of a lifetime is his own lifes work, he has reason to be immensely proud." –Janet Maslin, The New York Times "Exemplary& Consistently rich and on point, with rapidly developing events providing a backdrop for the balanced examination [Morris] presents of his subject&The TR trilogy is masterful, and can rightfully take its place among the truly outstanding biographies of the American presidency." – LA Times "Reading Edmund Morris on Teddy Roosevelt is like listening to Yo-Yo Ma play Bach: You know from the first note youre in inspired hands. In Colonel Roosevelt -the final installment in a trilogy that began with The Rise of Theodore Roosevelt and Theodore Rex -Morris registers the Bull Mooses last decade in handsome, sweeping prose that avoids the valedictory chord struck by biographers who, nearing the end of their prodigious labors, resort to swooning across the chapters, unwilling to let go of their muse." – The Washingtonian "Colonel Roosevelt , the third part of his three-volume biography of Roosevelt, is a worthy and extremely engaging culmination of Mr. Morris work. It is popular history at its best." –Claude R. Marx, The Washington Times Praise for the classic biographies by Edmond Morris The Rise of Theodore Roosevelt Winner of the Pulitzer Prize "One of those rare works that is both definitive for the period it covers and fascinating to read for sheer entertainment." -The New York Times Book Review "A towering biography." -Time Theodore Rex Winner of the Los Angeles Times Book Prize for Biography "A masterpiece . . . A great president has finally found a great biographer." -The Washington Post "As a literary work on Theodore Roosevelt, it is unlikely ever to be surpassed. It is one of the great histories of the American presidency, worthy of being on a shelf alongside Henry Adamss volumes on Jefferson and Madison." -Times Literary Supplement "Magnificent . . . a compulsively readable, beautifully measured and paced account."-Chicago Tribune From the Hardcover edition. Excerpt from Book chapter 1 Loss of Imperial Will Equipped with unobscured intent He smiles with lions at the gate, Acknowledging the compliment Like one familiar with his fate. the kiss that theodore roosevelt longed for did not materialize when he stepped ashore in Khartoum on 14 March 1910. Instead, he had to return the salute of Sir Rudolf Anton Karl von Slatin Pasha, G.C.V.O., K.C.M.G., C.B., inspector-general of the Sudan, and pass an honor guard of askaris into the palace garden, where the elite of Anglo-Sudanese society awaited him amid the silver paraphernalia of afternoon tea. He was informed that Ediths train from Cairo was delayed, and that she and Ethel would not arrive for another couple of hours. In the meantime, Slatin would not hear of the Colonel checking in to a hotel. A suite for his party had been readied in the palace, and a private yacht was standing by for sightseeing during his stay. What Roosevelt wanted to see, more than anything but Ediths face, was Omdurman. The battlefield, where General Kitcheners Twenty-first Lancers had staged the last great cavalry charge of the nineteenth century, lay only ten miles away. Kitchener had been on his mind in recent days, if only because HMS Dal, the boat that had brought him north from Gondokoro, had been the triumphant commanders flagship. On its boards, twelve years before, Kitchener had proclaimed British control over the entire Nile Valley, from Uganda to the Mediterranean. The success of that dominion-or condominium, as the Foreign Office called it, as a sop to Sudanese, Egyptian, and Turkish sensibilities- was palpable in Khartoums tranquil, orange-blossom-scented air. Rebuilt by Kitchener from the ruins of a thirteen-year Muslim interregnum, the city was laid out like the Union Jack, its crossbars lined with stone villas and its triangles filled with seven thousand trees. Once the most violent flashpoint on the African continent, it now lazily breathed pax Britannica. In the sunburned, aristocratic faces of his hosts, in their perfect manners and air of unstudied authority, Roosevelt recognized the attributes he had always admired in the English ruling class, along with "intelligence, ability, and a very lofty sense of duty." Yet he was aware of the constant menace of Arab nationalism, obscure yet encircling, like the mirages wavering on the desert horizon. The haze that hung over the city seemed, to his vivid historical imagination, to be red with the blood of General Gordon, murdered in this very palace by Mahdist dervishes. f khartoums north station was cordoned off when he met the Cairo express at 5:30 p.m. He climbed into his wifes private car the moment it came to a halt, and remained inside for a long time. Finally the two of them emerged arm in arm, with Kermit and Ethel close behind. All four Roosevelts were laughing. Ediths smile transformed her normally stiff public face, exposing perfect teeth and lighting up the blue of her eyes. At forty-eight, she was no longer slender, but had just enough height to carry off the consequences of never having had to cook for herself, and her wrists and ankles and sharp profile were as elegant as ever. She had suffered during her year-long separation from Theodore, more from worry about him on safari than distress about herself: books and music and children had always been her solace. That evening, Roosevelt changed into a tuxedo and replaced the wire spectacles he had worn on safari with beribboned pince-nez. Transformed thus, he looked dapper for the first time in nearly a year, and worthy of the place card that confronted him at Slatin Pashas table: the honorable colonel roosevelt. So far he had managed to keep at bay the reporters that Henry Cabot Lodge had warned him about. They were clamoring for statements on a hot local news item-the murder, by a Nationalist student, of Egypts Coptic prime minister, Boutros Ghali Pasha. Roosevelt had heard about this incident before arriving in Khartoum. He was not unwilling to speak about it, but preferred to wait until he made a scheduled address on the issue of condominium at Cairo University in two weeks time. As for commenting on American issues, he needed first to go through a fat sack of telegrams and letters from home. John Callan OLaughlin of the Chicago Tribune had collared the sack and was offering to serve as his traveling stenographer, as F. Warrington Dawson had in British East Africa. Roosevelt was fond of OLaughlin, an experienced foreign policy man, and admired his sass. (It had been "Cal" who, scattering piastres like couscous, chartered the steamboat that met the Dal at Ar Rank.) However, another contender for secretarial honors was at hand: Lawrence F. Abbott, president of The Outlook. Roosevelt felt that, as an employee of that magazine himself (he was listed in its masthead as "Contributing Editor"), he could not turn Abbott down. His work for Scribners Magazine was done, and he must look to The Outlook for income-and, not incidentally, space to promulgate his political views. So OLaughlin was consoled with a promise of special access, the press corps invited to accompany the Omdurman excursion, and Abbott granted a close-up position from which to observe, and record, the Colonels return to public life. f edith kermit roosevelt was a woman of impeccable sang-froid- a phrase that came naturally to her, as did other Gallicisms deriving from her Huguenot ancestry. About the only scrutiny that shook her public composure was that of the camera lens. As mistress of the White House, she had managed to avoid it almost entirely. But now, to her consternation, she found a battery of photographers waiting at Omdurman. Worse still, they continued clicking as camels kneeled to carry the Roosevelt party to the battlefield. In the event, she withstood the swaying journey better than her husband, enjoying herself as Slatin Pasha pointed out the plain on which Arab bodies had piled up in masses under the fire of Kitcheners artillery. Roosevelt chafed, not having been in a saddle of any kind for more than a year. But Slatin was impressed by his knowledge of every detail of the battle. They dismounted by the dry watercourse where four hundred cavalrymen, trailed by vultures, had collided with Arab troops in a charge as suicidal as that of Pickett at Gettysburg. It had occurred only two months after Roosevelts own charge up the Heights of San Juan in 1898. "All men who have any power of joy in battle," he had written, then, "know what it is like when the wolf rises in the heart." Slatin certainly knew, having fought for British control of the Sudan no fewer than thirty-eight times, endured eleven years of Arab imprisonment, and been to watch the presentation of Gordons head to Mahdi Muhammad Ahmad. Roosevelt stood on the crest of Jebel Surgham, from which Winston Churchill had looked down on wave after wave of black-clad Arabs, firing bullets into the air and waving banners imprinted with verses from the Koran. Now he saw only empty sand, and the shabby sprawl of Omdurman Fort, and the Mahdis tomb rising like a ruined beehive. His soul revolted against all he had read about "the blight of the Mahdist tyranny, with its accompaniments of unspeakable horror." Those sons of the Prophet had tortured and killed two-thirds of their own number-mostly blacks in the southern Sudan-in a fanatic interpretation of jihad. If that was what todays Egyptian Nationalists looked for, as they smuggled in bombs through Alexandria and called for the murder of every foreign official in the condominium, then it was plainly the duty of the British government to stand for humanity against barbarism. Omdurman fascinated Roosevelt so much that he was loath to leave. By the time the camelcade got back to the riverbank it was already dark, and a quarter moon had risen. Khartoums stately buildings glowed white across the Nile. f cal olaughlin and abbott were generous in sharing all the domestic news the Colonel had missed, or failed to register, in nearly a year. The contents of his mail sack amplified every story they had to tell, from betrayal of the Roosevelt legacy on the part of Taft administration officials to what looked like significant stirrings of strength in the Democratic Party, long dormant as a national political force. One long, anguished letter, from his prot Details ISBN0375757074 Author Edmund Morris Short Title COLONEL ROOSEVELT Language English ISBN-10 0375757074 ISBN-13 9780375757075 Media Book Format Paperback DEWEY 973.911092 Residence New York City, NY, US Birth 1871 Death 1913 Publication Date 2011-10-18 Year 2011 Series Theodore Roosevelt Series Number 3 UK Release Date 2011-10-18 Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States AU Release Date 2011-10-18 NZ Release Date 2011-10-18 US Release Date 2011-10-18 Pages 784 Publisher Random House USA Inc Imprint Random House Inc Illustrations 64 ILLUSTRATIONS; 2 MAPS Audience General We've got this At The Nile, if you're looking for it, we've got it. With fast shipping, low prices, friendly service and well over a million items - you're bound to find what you want, at a price you'll love! TheNile_Item_ID:43656116;

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