Any standard biography would give a much more complete sense of Roosevelt than this truly bad book. Shasta is a terrible writer. His stilted, puerile prose would serve all right for a Classic Comics version of Teddy’s life, or maybe a junior high reader, or an after school tv special. But for an adult reader this book is shallow, never getting beneath the surface of this complex man. Revealing that his family called him “Teedy” and that he said “By George” a lot is not enough.
