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What Beskow has attempted seems like a new biographical form because it is done so well. Reading it you feel what you feel what you know Beskow wants you to feel, an appreciation of the places and things Hammarskjold himself appreciated, an impression of the simple elegance of the man's style...
That was when I first learned what the United Nations and who Dag Hammarskjold were. It was almost seven years later that I watched a tearful Pauline Frederick son tell the world that Hammarskjold was dead. His airplane had crashed--or had been shot down--just as it was about to land at Ndola, a small town on the border between the Congolese province of Katanga and Rhodesia. Hammarskjold had flown there to talk with Moise Tshombe, intending to negotiate not only a ceasefire but the terms under which Katanga would eventually be re-unified with the rest...
...press. The better of the biographies restricted themselves to recounting his career. Too many of the others filled the void with scribblings ranging from near slander to the vaguest musings about the man's personal affairs to pompous pronouncements on his virtues and shortcomings. As a result, Dag Hammarskjold the man remained an enigma to all but the circle of his closer friends...
...THEM, one of the closest, has finally chosen to present what he knew of Hammarskjold in an attempt to "answer some of the questions too often asked me." What Bo Beskow has written is not a biography of Hammarskjold, not even an account of Hammarskjold's life during the years Beskow knew him; it makes no attempt to recount the man's career, except when it impinges upon Beskow's private story. Perhaps even Beskow's term for his book, "a portrait," is incorrect, because one does not begin to get, even at a single point in time, a full...
Beskow quotes Hammasrskjold, his public speeches and his private letters, and he had chosen to illustrate the book with almost a hundred photographs, some by Hammarskjold, but mostly his own. The result of it all is a collage held together by nothing more than memories; but it is a very pleasant collage, and memories are enough...