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Published on: Tuesday, 24 September, 2013
Book review of a fine account of one summer

My review in The Times of Bill Bryson's fine book, "One Summer".

The summer of 1927 in the United States seems at first glance an odd subject for a book. We all know what happened in 1914, or 1929, but what’s so special about the 86th anniversary of one summer in one country? You can see the London publishers scratching their heads when Bill Bryson’s pitch arrived. Who was Jack Dempsey anyway? Is Babe Ruth a woman or a child? Isn’t Calvin Coolidge a cartoon character? Did Herbert Hoover invent the vacuum cleaner? Is Sacco and Vanzetti a department store? Charles Lindbergh: ah, we know who he is.

Actually, it’s a brilliant idea for a book, because Bryson now had the excuse to do what he does best: tell little biographies of historical figures, recount stories, paint word pictures and make witty asides. The result is a gripping slice of history with all sorts of reverberant echoes of today.

America in 1927 seemed a very modern, fast-changing place, in many ways just like now. It had new technology in the shape of radio, cars and planes. It had a cult of celebrity: Lindbergh drew gigantic crowds wherever he went after he had crossed the Atlantic in the May. It had a school massacre in which 42 people, mainly children, were killed by a madman in Michigan. It had political scandals: President Warren G. Harding died just before the gob-smacking extent of his Administration’s financial corruption and his own sexual appetite emerged.

While having an affair with his wife’s best friend, Harding met young Nan Britton, a girl 31 years his junior, with whom he started a relationship as soon as she became an adult, and fathered a daughter. When his payments to the daughter ceased on his death, Miss Britton wrote a breathless book about their numerous trysts in a small closet in an ante-room at the White House, where “in the darkness of a space not more than five feet square the President of the United States and his sweetheart made love”. The book sold 50,000 copies in six months in the summer of 1927, although most papers refused to review it. Dorothy Parker did review it for The New Yorker , writing: “when Miss Britton gets around to revealing, Lord, how she does reveal”.

America that year had a passion for sport with Babe Ruth and Jack Dempsey earning huge sums. It had an obsession with violent crimes, notably the Dumbbell murder case, in which Ruth Snyder and her lover killed her husband and covered their tracks most ineptly. It had a terror of terrorists, as anarchist bombs targeted many prominent people. It had a failing “war on drugs” — prohibition fuelling the huge income of Al Capone and his ilk. It even had extreme weather: the Mississippi floods of that spring were a far greater natural disaster than any in recent years, although nobody thought of blaming human beings back then.

These uncanny similarities stand alongside startling differences. Life seems to have been much more expendable in 1927. People died in fires, bombs, stadium collapses, aeroplane crashes, floods, court-ordered eugenic sterilisations and electric chairs with less of the attendant anguish and inquiry that would happen today. Also alien is the attitude to race. In the 1920s it was not just acceptable to be a racist, it was politically correct. Bryson points out that part of the reason that boxing was considered unwholesome before 1920 was that it wasn’t racist. It was the only sport where black people competed on level terms. It became respectable and popular only when Jess Willard and then Jack Dempsey made it a white-dominated sport like all others.

There’s an unfamiliar informality about the time, too. When Lindbergh landed in Paris, the surging crowds not only carried him on their shoulders, but clambered all over and damaged his plane. Calvin Coolidge learned of Harding’s death and his own elevation to the presidency when a messenger came running with a telephone message from the general store near to where he was staying with his father in rural Vermont. We think of today as an informal age, but, apart from styles of dress, this is not really true.

Of all the delightful characters that Bryson gives us in this book – sexually and financially incontinent Ruth, cold Lindbergh, ambitious Hoover, obsessive Henry Ford – none is quite as hilarious as Calvin Coolidge. Most people know that Silent Cal was famously taciturn and inactive to the point of “calculated indolence”. As the President he worked four hours a day and napped for much of the rest.

Coolidge did, however, have a lively if odd sense of humour, unlike his hyperactive and earnest Commerce Secretary, Herbert Hoover, whom he disliked. One day Coolidge announced to the press that Hoover would not be appointed Secretary of State. Since Hoover had not asked for the job, and nor had the incumbent Frank B. Kellogg offered to leave it, the announcement baffled the nation. It appears to have been one of Coolidge’s jokes.

This brings up one of the only things I can find to say in criticism of this fine book. The characters that Bryson depicts are so vivid, larger-than-life and eccentric that one begins to wonder if there were any normal folk in 1927 America. Was everybody a Hogarthian, Rabelaisian grotesque? Surely not.

Perhaps in his admirable quest to mine biographies for eccentricities, Bryson ends up being just a little bit unfair. One has to remind oneself that these people with peculiar foibles achieved astonishing things. Lindbergh did fly single-handed across the Atlantic when far more fancied teams died; Babe Ruth did hit more home runs that summer than ever before or since; Henry Ford did make cars affordable; and Calvin Coolidge did achieve great popularity while presiding over a whistle-clean administration during a prolonged economic boom.

Bryson gives us a taste of the crash to come by describing the meeting on Long Island that summer of four central bankers. Each inevitably emerges as a deeply eccentric figure, especially the neurotic Montagu Norman. It was at this meeting that Benjamin Strong Jr agreed to cut the Federal Reserve’s discount rate from 4 per cent to 3.5 per cent, which was in effect “the spark that lit the forest fire”, creating an unsustainable credit bubble the following year as stock prices doubled and brokers’ loans to investors quadrupled. Central banking, we are reminded in passing, is more cause than solution of financial instability.

Bryson, the travel writer turned non-fiction impresario, has now invented what may be an entirely new genre of non-fiction: the brief history of an era told through the biography of a summer. It is a book from which you can read many lessons, or just revel in the writing.

One Summer: America 1927 by Bill Bryson (Doubleday, 560pp; £20)

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