(Turns out it was mostly soft core pornography). It was just like being a kid in a video store (remember those?), told that I couldn’t go behind the curtain into the “adults only” section, and vowing then and there that I would discover what transgressive treasures lay behind that beaded veil. After reading the Vanity Fair article, I was instantly intrigued with this hard-to-find edition, and its hints of profound truths.

The story-behind-the-story is fascinating stuff. Kashner’s article details the controversy behind Manchester’s book: how Manchester was originally asked by the Kennedys to write an intimate portrait of Kennedy’s death how the Kennedys later tried to suppress the book how Manchester nearly destroyed himself in his effort and how the Kennedys took control of the book rights, ensuring that no new editions are published. Indeed, the only reason I desired to read William Manchester’s The Death of a President was a fascinating article in Vanity Fair by Sam Kashner (available at. Thus, when I have to pick and choose, I will enthusiastically read the nth retelling of the battle of Antietam or the latest theory on Custer’s Last Stand rather than wade into the nutcase-riddled world of the Kennedys. Those hours have been drastically cut by the needs of my nine-month old. I love history, to be sure, but history is broad, and there are only so many hours in a day that one can devote to this endeavor. Kennedy in particular, or in wild conspiracy theories at all. I’ve never been particularly interested in the Kennedys in general, John F.

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