In the Fullness of Time, by Vincent Nicolosi, represents the fictional (?) reflections of Tristan Hamilton of events forty-plus years in the past. Hamilton recounts the story of the days and suspicious death of President Warren Gamaliel Harding. As his right-hand man, or perhaps right-hand political hack, Hamilton seems to want to resurrect the reputation of his friend from Marion, Ohio, but at the same time tell all the intimate details of the senator’s, and then president’s, personal failings and foibles—mainly, his weakness for the ladies, and maybe even a love child.
Be warned that this book features the N-word fairly prominently because Harding’s political enemies tried mightily to pin him down as a quadroon, or one-fourth black. One of the more interesting episodes in the book is Hamilton’s escapades in stealing and destroying the plates and prints of a book exposing Harding’s supposed black ancestry, and other transgressions, just before the election of 1920.
Nicolosi’s story does a good job of reminding us of the sorts of measures taken by the Wilson administration to suppress dissent and speech in the time of World War I. Those concerned with the supposed violations of the Constitution by Misters Bush and Cheney would do well to revisit the way our constitutional freedoms were utterly disregarded by a patron saint of the Left. This is relevant to the story because Hamilton, unable to serve in the wartime military due to a medical exemption, was Marion’s official in charge (uniform and all) of documenting any “unpatriotic” activities. This all reminds me of Jonah Goldberg’s recent account of past suppression of our freedoms in his Liberal Fascism.
For example, onetime love interest of Hamilton’s and then mistress of Harding’s, Miss Mitzy von Leuckel, comes under intense scrutiny from Hamilton because she wears an outfit of red, white, and black—the colors of the German Reich—instead of Uncle Sam’s red, white, and blue. The color of Mitzy’s shirt being the item in question—a very dark navy blue or black? Not to mention the fact that Mitzy was suspected of spying for the Kaiser and relaying information to the enemy that she gleaned from her boyfriend, Senator Harding.
The book is decently written, but full of cliches. And if you can’t stand the use of “presently” for “currently,” don’t say you weren’t forewarned.
F. Scott, now a copy editor by trade, is a once-and-future Latin teacher. He pursues his passions for brain plasticity, jazz piano, and golf in southeast Massachusetts. He lives alone with Cicero, Shakespeare, Mozart, and Ella Fitzgerald.
Review copy was provided free of any obligation by Newman Communications. No monetary or any other form of compensation was received.