I know the usual stuff about Charles Lindbergh, including
his Nazi-leaning political position, some of which I gleaned from Philip
Roth's The Plot Against America. However, I knew absolutely nothing about his
wife Anne until now. This novel
certainly addresses Lindbergh's flaws, but Anne is not the world's best role
model, either. Overshadowed by her
siblings, she has major identity issues, even before becoming Lindbergh's
puppet. After her firstborn is
notoriously kidnapped and killed, she loses some of her confidence in her
heroic husband and devotes herself to her family. As he becomes increasingly more despicable,
though, she follows along, even penning a defense of her husband's warped pro-Hitler opinions, further alienating both of them from horrified friends and
family. The author justifies the
Lindberghs' admiration of Germany,
because Hitler gagged the press, giving the Lindberghs a welcome respite from
the constant hounding that forced them to live abroad for a time. Honestly, I just didn't like Anne very
much. Her myriad accomplishments as an
aviator in her own right are quite stunning, proving that she had some spunk
buried inside somewhere. I kept wishing
and waiting for her to rebel against the man who insisted that she stifle her
grief over their dead child. The fact
that she refused to be buried next to him on Maui speaks
fathoms about her true feelings. If only
she had been a little more independent while he was still alive…. If you like historical fiction with flawed characters, check out Melanie Benjamin's earlier novel, Alice I Have Been.
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