THROUGH THE PERILOUS FIGHT: Six Weeks That Saved the Nation

May 3, 2013

Steve Vogel
Random House
ISBN 978-1400069132
534 pages
$30

Reviewed by Joyce Appleby

Two hundred years ago this spring, an ambitious and bellicose rear admiral, George Cockburn, steered a small squadron of British naval vessels into the Chesapeake Bay. Through April and May, Cockburn became the most hated man in America as he enthusiastically plundered whatever he laid his eyes on, sending back boatloads of booty to British military headquarters in Halifax, Nova Scotia. "I have no hesitation," Cockburn wrote his commander, "in pronouncing that the whole of the shores and towns within this vast bay, not excepting the Capital itself will be wholly at your mercy ... or destroyed at your pleasure." And he was right.

The law of unintended consequences operates with unique force when a war is launched. We know that all too well. Two centuries ago, Americans discovered even more painfully how true it was.

At the time, Britain and France were engaged in a titanic struggle. Britain had a first-class navy, and Napoleon had put together the greatest fighting forces the world had seen. The new American nation was suffering from that war's collateral damage -- to its merchant fleet and its pride. Both the British and the French refused to recognize the country's neutrality, seizing any ships that might aid their enemy. More provocatively, the British navy, starved for manpower, pressed American seamen into coerced service.

First-term Southern and Western members of Congress began screaming for retribution. Mild-mannered President James Madison, driven to desperate measures, advised Congress to declare war on Great Britain. And it did so in June 1812.

Here is where the law of unintended consequences kicks in. Madison didn't want a fight; he wanted to stop the depredations on American commerce, so he devised a strategy of invading Canada in the hope that this would force Britain to the peace table. Instead the Canadian campaigns, headed by old Revolutionary War veterans, floundered. It took a year for Madison to find any talented leadership for his woefully unprepared army.

One of the assumptions Madison and others labored under was that Britain would be too preoccupied with beating Napoleon to pay much attention to its quondam colonies. But alas, the British defeated Napoleon and dispatched him to Elba in the spring of 1814. The hero of the hour, the Duke of Wellington, was ordered to ready an expeditionary force of "Wellington Invincibles" for quick dispatch across the Atlantic to teach the Americans a lesson and perhaps even break up the union, which was then only 37 years old.

In "Through the Perilous Fight," Washington Post reporter Steve Vogel does a superb job of bringing this woeful tale to life. He leavens his fast-paced narrative with lively vignettes of the principal participants in this folly, beginning with Cockburn and Francis Scott Key, the one person most Americans remember from this forgettable war as the author of those daunting soprano lines: "And the rockets' red glare, the bombs bursting in air."

Key, a Federalist, was also a devout Episcopalian who recoiled from the American strategy of attacking Canadians who had nothing to do with them. Cockburn shared none of Key's peace-loving sentiments. Americans compared him to Attila the Hun, conveniently forgetting that their troops had left hundreds of people out in the cold after burning down an Ontario town in the dead of winter.

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MY LIFE AS A MANKIEWICZ: An Insider's Journey through Hollywood

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Aug 10, 2012 ARCHIVES  |  Entertainment  |  COLUMNS

Tom Mankiewicz and Robert Crane
Univ Press of Kentucky
ISBN 978-0813136059
370 pages
$39.95

Reviewed by John DiLeo

"Gentlemen, it's a wonderful art we're doing business in." That line, a pungent summation of the movie industry, is from "The Barefoot Contessa" and was penned by writer-director Joseph L. Mankiewicz, the most renowned member of a behind-the-scenes Hollywood dynasty that continues to thrive. The Mankiewiczes often provided stars with the kind of dialogue that makes legends. It was Joe who had Bette Davis telling partygoers to "fasten your seat belts" in "All About Eve," and it was Joe's brother Herman, along with Orson Welles, who gave us "Rosebud" in "Citizen Kane." Tom (Joe's son) was one of the fellows who put those clever quips into the mouth of James Bond. And Tom (1942-2010) also wrote (with Robert Crane) "My Life As a Mankiewicz," a memoir of his years in Hollywood.

The Mankiewicz family is not inclined to "outward affection," but Joe comes across as a good, if emotionally distant, father. The trauma of Tom's life was having to cope with his schizophrenic mother, Austrian actress Rosa Stradner, loving and wonderful one minute, terrorizing and desperate the next. Tom says that her illness and suicide (when he was 16) led to his lifelong attraction to similarly fascinating but troubled women (usually actresses, including Tuesday Weld and Margot Kidder). He never married, never had children and always feared abandonment, all of which he connects to the tragic Rosa.

Mankiewicz speaks candidly about the professional perks and burdens of being Hollywood royalty, acknowledging that the advantages finally outweigh the drawbacks. He was a childhood witness to his father's emergence as a top writer-director and the winner of four Oscars. No other dad introduced Katharine Hepburn to Spencer Tracy, or gave Sidney Poitier his Hollywood break. The most memorable of the author's interactions with Joe's films comes when Tom visits the seemingly never-ending spectacle of his father trying to direct "Cleopatra" (1963). On location in Rome, there's college-boy Tom having an innocent dinner with Elizabeth Taylor at her villa when Richard Burton suddenly arrives at the back door, followed by Eddie Fisher coming downstairs. Awkward but priceless, with Tom an uncomfortable front-row spectator at the scandal of the day.

Other prime firsthand anecdotes fill this consistently readable and entertaining book, including Humphrey Bogart giving a preteen Tom his first alcoholic drink, and Marlon Brando later saving him from a knife-wielding producer's wife. Mankiewicz's snapshot portraits of the famous are primarily positive and generous, without being fawning. Here's Frank Sinatra, Judy Garland, Gore Vidal, Sophia Loren, each seeming true-to-form yet, thanks to Tom's fresh insights, something more. If anyone will be displeased, it's Robert Redford, who comes off as a childish, perpetually late diva, quite unlike his modest, low-key persona.

Inevitably entering the family business, Mankiewicz worked in film, television and theater in the 1960s, staking his claim with "Diamonds Are Forever" as the premier Bond-film writer of the 1970s. Bond fanatics will savor Mankiewicz's enjoyment of both his Bonds. He considers Sean Connery the most unselfish of actors and, as for Roger Moore, well, "you just had to love him."

Mankiewicz found steady, lucrative employment as one of Hollywood's prized script doctors. If the book has a centerpiece, it's his experience "doctoring" "Superman" (1978), a film that initially seemed destined to be another "Cleopatra." (The biggest surprise of its making may have been the joy of working with late-career Brando.)

Mankiewicz's later projects became increasingly disposable, including his writing and directing chores on television's "Hart to Hart" (1979-84) and his big-screen directorial debut with "Dragnet" (1987).

Mankiewicz's lasting achievements may be minor (the '70s Bond pictures don't exactly rate with the ones from the '60s), but there's a tingling immediacy and value in much of what he observed: Connery advising Christopher Reeve on handling typecasting, Don Rickles puncturing Marlene Dietrich's ego during a party game, Fred Astaire and Gene Kelly consoling Wagner after Natalie Wood's death.

The book ends with "All the audience knows is what they see," but thanks to Mankiewicz's posthumously published words, we get to know a little more than we did.

John DiLeo's latest book is "Screen Savers II: My Grab Bag of Classic Movies."

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