Last night, I read Glenn Beck’s Miracles and Massacres, and I enjoyed it. The storylines were well written, except for two. I didn’t like the part on Tesla because I’ve probably read more of Tesla’s own works than all but 200 people on the planet, and so I found his portrayal off to say the least. I didn’t like the last chapter, either, but Beck redeemed it with his endnotes. My favorite story was probably the one about how Al Capone’s lawyer forfeited his own life to give his son a chance to do better.
I liked how Beck’s authors considered what may have been running through the minds of heroes and villains before and after they committed acts of valor or ignomy. I could relate amazingly well to the same feelings from critical times in my life. I especially liked the way the stories were told in a most engaging manner, and then in the endnotes, Beck explicitly told what was historical fact and what was artistic license. He also added, for those who don’t yet know, that historical facts may not necessarily be true.
