Of two books on the same subject and other things being equal, I would choose the one with 38 chapters, over the one with only nine. It was that way when I was young and hoping for a fresh adventure with every chapter, and now, much older, I am convinced the author with many chapters has a better grasp of her subject and a surer system of dealing with mountains of research matter, especially in the case of a complex character, such as Frances Perkins, playing her part on an immense, historical stage. Acts and scenes galore. Many exits and entrances. Every chapter a theme or an episode.
Tying it all together in our book is a curious thread that runs through all the chapters. Ella, on her treadmill is listening to Jon Meacham's AMERICAN GOSPEL, when she is surprised to hear Frances Perkins quoted on FDR's faith and his church. The author of our book did alert us early on to FP's religious inclination. The author must attach considerable importance to it in the life of her subject. The book, after all, begins, on the dedicatory page, with a favorite Perkins' scriptural admonition:
'...be ye steadfast...I Corinthians 15:58'
and ends, 400 pages later, with a most surprising report of spiritual fellowship with the president:
"I came to work for God, FDR, and the millions of forgotten, plain, common working men. The last conversation...I had with FDR was of such a nature that I could say with the Psalmist, 'My cup runneth over and surely goodness and mercy shall follow me.' "
There we have it. The New Deal was a mission. And FP sensed it while listening to FDR's inaugural address.
'Frances listened entranced....She sensed that Roosevelt must have had a religious revelation, that he was exerting a spiritual leadership that seemed divinely inspired. "It was a revival of faith," she said. "He said, 'Come on now, do you believe?' They said, 'Yes, we do.' " p131
The next day it must have been sheer trauma for FP moving into her secretarial office at the Labor Department, which she found infested with gangsters, mobsters, various officials on the take, and cockroaches! Surely she's laying it on. Perhaps not. I remember once reading a biography of her colleague Harold Ickes. He found an even worse mess at Interior.
That reminds me. Just the other day I saw this book about Ickes, a political biography, wrongly shelved at the bookstore, as they sometimes are by an unknowing clerk. There it was on the RELIGION shelf with assorted popes and preachers and other saints. All because of the title I presume: RIGHTEOUS PILGRIM.