Word: prescotts
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Dates: during 1970-1979
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...Prescott gives particularly detailed accounts of White House policy sessions, during both the Kennedy and Johnson Administrations. And who but the indefatigable Prescott would have discovered that after meeting the Khrushchevs in Vienna in 1961, Jackie Kennedy observed to her husband as they prepared for bed: "I rather like him, and Mrs. Khrushchev is such a simple and unassuming woman. They're not as uppity as the De Gaulles...
Taking Revenge? According to Prescott's foreword, the history is based on his personal knowledge as well as on information obtained from such " 'faceless' functionaries as interpreters, bodyguards, valets, cooks, waiters and chauffeurs." Even more bizarre, Morrison's introduction points out that Prescott, "a Chekhovian-looking character" with "a weary sense of defeat," fleshed out his historical material with imaginary dialogue and even occasional fictitious characters. Morrison obviously has some misgivings. "Often, I confess, I was unable to separate 'fact' from 'invention,' so deftly did Prescott weave them together to give...
Indeed he should. This is neither the work of Diplomat Prescott nor Professor Morrison-both of whom, as it turns out, are as fictitious as a number of the book's minor characters. Rather, it is a fascinating chronicle of the cold war, valid in essence perhaps, fictional and caricatured in detail. It is a grand and eloquent hoax full of enigmatic private jokes like the consistent misspelling of Robert McNamara's name...
...Jeremiah. But who is the mysterious satirist, himself apparently a veteran of the Kennedy years? The names of Theodore Sorensen and Pierre Salinger somehow do not come to mind. Could it be the midnight penman, John Kenneth Galbraith, who last struck in 1963 (with his pseudonymous The McLandress Dimension)! Prescott's editor at Doubleday, which also happens to be Galbraith's publisher, replies: "Why don't you ask him?" Last week, unfortunately, Galbraith was unreachable in Austria; his secretary said that he was "driving slowly" from an economists' meeting in the Tyrol toward his summer home...
Where did the author get this previously unrecorded conversation? Was it a line overheard by J.F.K.'s chauffeur? A scene invented by Prescott in the throes of madness? A wink to the initiated? Only the late Julian Prescott, alas, could have said for sure...