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David McCullough was a wonderful storyteller. This collection of his early essays is no exception. Brave Companions may be a peculiar title, but the journey was a beautiful one.
It was an unexpected thrill to read short stories by the author of the tremendous tomes Truman and John Adams, and some of the chapters were hints or previews of his later works, including Truman, Mornings on Horseback, The Great Bridge, The Path Between the Seas, and The Johnstown Flood. Thankfully, I own all of those, but I have more reading to do!
Companions covers a variety of subjects: Events, places, people, and times. McCullough’s charms come through in each, and his friendships and love of history shine. After finding myself in love with a bridge at the start of my reading path a decade ago, I met more of its builders, and then oohed and ahhed at its architectural drawings. I saw man carving his way through nature, and frozen in time in sculpture. All of this in a book with no pictures. That’s McCullough’s talent.
He speaks of artist friends with admiration, but did he know that he was an artist, too, and crafting his own story as he told theirs? He yearns for biographies not yet written (as of 1992, but how many still unwritten, today?), and the reader may want more of his own. McCullough died in 2022, a loss for non-fiction and for history itself. He had a rare eye for seeing the past in the present; the present in the past.
I would like to have seen original publication dates and sources at the start of each chapter, but they are there, on the copyright page, if you look. Otherwise, I have no complaints. I just wish I were an adventurer, too.
It was an unexpected thrill to read short stories by the author of the tremendous tomes Truman and John Adams, and some of the chapters were hints or previews of his later works, including Truman, Mornings on Horseback, The Great Bridge, The Path Between the Seas, and The Johnstown Flood. Thankfully, I own all of those, but I have more reading to do!
Companions covers a variety of subjects: Events, places, people, and times. McCullough’s charms come through in each, and his friendships and love of history shine. After finding myself in love with a bridge at the start of my reading path a decade ago, I met more of its builders, and then oohed and ahhed at its architectural drawings. I saw man carving his way through nature, and frozen in time in sculpture. All of this in a book with no pictures. That’s McCullough’s talent.
He speaks of artist friends with admiration, but did he know that he was an artist, too, and crafting his own story as he told theirs? He yearns for biographies not yet written (as of 1992, but how many still unwritten, today?), and the reader may want more of his own. McCullough died in 2022, a loss for non-fiction and for history itself. He had a rare eye for seeing the past in the present; the present in the past.
I would like to have seen original publication dates and sources at the start of each chapter, but they are there, on the copyright page, if you look. Otherwise, I have no complaints. I just wish I were an adventurer, too.