“The
two bartenders on duty looked as if their fathers might have poured for
Lincoln’s last law partner, William Herndon, who was a whiskey man and survived
his senior partner by twenty-six years. I do not mean that it was the whiskey
that made Herndon live longer. It was the brandy John Wilkes Booth drank that
killed Lincoln.”
The
anecdote begins like the set-up for a joke: “There were these two bartenders…”
Note the casual learning – Herndon not only studied law in the Logan and
Lincoln law practice in Springfield, Ill., he became the future president’s
partner and biographer. Herndon’s fondness for whiskey is well-documented, as
is Booth’s for brandy. The writer, A.J. Liebling, starts with a saloon in
Springfield in 1950 and in three sentences distills nineteenth-century American
history.
This is passable but not top-shelf Liebling. It's taken from “Abraham Lincoln in Springfield,” published in the June 24, 1950 issue of The New Yorker, and not collected in any of Liebling’s books. I
found it in The Prairie State: A
Documentary History of Illinois, Civil War to the Present (ed. Robert P.
Sutton, 1976). Liebling wrote memorably about food, France, boxing, combat, the
press and what his editor at The New Yorker, Harold Ross, dismissively
called “low life,” though seasoned readers suspect he could have produced
interesting copy about subjects as unpromising as wind farms and Al Gore. Liebling
wrote “Abraham Lincoln in Springfield” after leaving The New Yorker in 1949, for complicated marital and monetary
reasons, to live in Chicago. He returned to the magazine and his home town the
following summer. The other product of his Midwestern diaspora was Chicago: The Second City (1952). Though
worth reading, the volume ranks as minor Liebling, compromised by his Manhattan-centric
Weltanschauung. In the Lincoln piece,
Liebling is mostly treading water, though he talks to a remarkable number of
Springfield residents for so brief a story. (Note to reporters: Liebling prided himself on reporting with his feet – that is, leaving the
newsroom and talking to people.) Here is Liebling's introduction to Springfield in
the company of a loquacious cab driver:
“When
the driver mentioned the Abe, he meant the Abraham Lincoln, Springfield’s
largest and newest hotel. After I reached my room there, I picked up the
telephone directory to look for my friend’s number and right in the front of
the book found the A. Lincoln Tourist Court, the Abe Lincoln Baggage Transfer,
the Abraham Lincoln Association, the Ann Rutledge Apartment Hotel, and the Ann
Rutledge Beauty Salon. After that, instead of looking up my man’s name, I made
my initial concession to curiosity about Lincoln. I turned to the L’s and found
listings for the Lincoln Advertising Agency, Lincoln Air Lines, Lincoln
Automotive Mechanics School, Lincoln Baggage Transfer Company, Lincoln Cab
Company, Lincoln Cafe, Lincoln Candy Company, Lincoln Cash Market, Lincoln
College of Law, Lincoln Dental Laboratories, Lincoln Library, Lincoln National
Life Insurance Company, Lincoln Park Fieldhouse and Pavilion, Lincoln Radiator
and Auto Parts Company, Lincoln School, Lincoln’s Home, and Lincoln’s Monument.
Nothing, apparently, had been named for Mrs. Lincoln. Nor, I found, on turning
to the D’s, was there anything named after Stephen A. Douglas, although in 1860
Springfield’s vote was almost evenly divided between the two Illinois
Presidential candidates. Cults form around defeated generals and unhappy
lovers, but the stature of wives and losing politicians evidently diminishes.”
Liebling
was born on this day, Oct. 18, in 1904, and died Dec. 28, 1963. His best books,
according to this reader’s tastes, are The
Sweet Science (1956), Normandy Revisited (1958) and Between Meals: An Appetite for Paris (1962),
though Liebling seldom wrote a dull sentence.
2 comments:
Mr Kurp
Thanks for the steer to Liebling's best. I visit daily and trust your discrimination. Here in the UK he's unknown, but I was struck by a long moving piece of his in Mordecai Richler's anthology Writers on World War II. It was about his experiences aboard a landing ship on D-Day. The anthology itself isn't bad at all - I recommend it.
I note your daily rate of production these days. I get much early-morning pleasure from your stuff. Do keep going.
I'll put in a plug for Liebling's Earl of Louisiana. While it drifts some at the end, he makes sense of a very eccentric politician and unusual political time. And it is highly entertaining to boot.
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