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Fellow Travelers

by Thomas Mallon

Tim Laughlin, a recent college graduate and devout Catholic eager to join the crusade against Communism, finds his first love affair with a handsome State Department official. As Joe McCarthy mounts an increasingly desperate bid for power, Tim and Fuller find it ever more dangerous to navigate their double lives.

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Publisher Description

NOW A SHOWTIME LIMITED SERIES STARRING MATT BOMER, JONATHAN BAILEY, AND ALLISON WILLIAMS • A searing historical novel set in 1950s Washington, D.C.—a world of dominated by personalities like Nixon, Lyndon Johnson, and Joe McCarthy—and infused with political drama, unexpected humor, and heartbreak. • From the acclaimed author of Watergate and Up With the Sun
 
"Crisp, buoyant prose." —The New York Times Book Review

In a world of bare-knuckled ideology and secret dossiers, Timothy Laughlin, a recent college graduate and devout Catholic, is eager to join the crusade against Communism. An encounter with a handsome State Department official, Hawkins Fuller, leads to Tim's first job and, after Fuller's advances, his first love affair. As McCarthy mounts a desperate bid for power and internal investigations focus on "sexual subversives" in the government, Tim and Fuller find it ever more dangerous to navigate their double lives while moving between the diplomatic world of Foggy Bottom and NATO's front line in Europe.

Author Biography

THOMAS MALLON is the author of eleven novels, including Henry and Clara, Dewey Defeats Truman, Fellow Travelers, Watergate, and Landfall. He is a frequent contributor to The New Yorker, The New York Times Book Review, and other publications. In  2011 he received the American Academy of Arts and Letters' Harold D. Vursell Memorial Award for prose style. He has been the literary editor of GQ and the deputy chairman of the National Endowment for the Humanities. He lives in Washington, D.C.

Review

"Sharp-eyed ... Some of the most lucid prose in contemporary American literature.... [Mallon's] best book yet."
—Los Angeles Times

"Mallon writes crisp, buoyant prose, and he has a perfect ear for his period."
—The New York Times Book Review

"Exuberant.... Brisk and seductive."
—The Washington Post Book World

"Brilliant.... This is Mallon's best historical novel, period, and better than most contemporary novels of any stripe."
—The Philadelphia Inquirer

Long Description

It's 1950s Washington, D.C.: a world of bare-knuckled ideology and secret dossiers, dominated by personalities like Richard Nixon, Lyndon Johnson, and Joe McCarthy. Enter Timothy Laughlin, a recent college graduate and devout Catholic eager to join the crusade against Communism. An encounter with a handsome State Department official, Hawkins Fuller, leads to Tim's first job and, after Fuller's advances, his first love affair. As McCarthy mounts a desperate bid for power and internal investigations focus on "sexual subversives" in the government, Tim and Fuller find it ever more dangerous to navigate their double lives. Moving between the diplomatic world of Foggy Bottom and NATO's front line in Europe, "Fellow Travelers" is a searing historical novel infused with political drama, unexpected humor, and genuine heartbreak.

Review Quote

"Sharp-eyed . . . Some of the most lucid prose in contemporary American literature. . . . [Mallon's] best book yet."- Los Angeles Times "Mallon writes crisp, buoyant prose, and he has a perfect ear for his period." - The New York Times Book Review "Exuberant. . . . Brisk and seductive." - The Washington Post Book World "Brilliant. . . . This is Mallon's best historical novel, period, and better than most contemporary novels of any stripe."- The Philadelphia Inquirer

Excerpt from Book

Part One: September-December 1953 In the era of security clearances to be an Irish Catholic became prima facie evidence of loyalty. Harvard men were to be checked; Fordham men would do the checking. --DANIEL PATRICK MOYNIHAN Chapter One: September 28, 1953 Tim counted four big fans whirring atop their stanchions in the newsroom. Every window here on the seventh floor was open, and summer had officially departed six days ago, but that was Washington for you. When air-conditioning might come to the Star seemed to be a perennial matter of sad-sack speculation among the staff: "When hell freezes over," went one answer Tim had heard in his three months here. "Because then we won''t need it." Miss McGrory, one of the paper''s book reviewers, arrived with a bottle of whiskey, which she set down next to the punch bowl and cake, whose single chocolate layer and frosted inscription, "Happy Trails, Sheriff," would soon be cut into by the retirement party''s guest of honor, Mr. Yost, a pressman who''d been at the Star since 1912 and took his nickname from a weekend job he had as a constable over in Berwyn Heights. More people drifted in. "We could use a piano," opined Miss Eversman, the music critic. She''d covered Liberace''s concert two nights ago at Constitution Hall and was telling a police reporter that the pianist''s mother had been in the president''s box with one of Liberace''s brothers, Rudy, who''d served in Korea. "So she''s got one boy who''s a soldier?" asked the reporter. "Maybe she''s got hope of grandchildren after all." Miss Eversman laughed. "Forget Liberace," said Mr. Yost, who''d started to reminisce about his first years here at the paper. "I remember seeing Wilson himself--that''s Woodrow Wilson, not Charlie, to you youngsters--up in his box at Keith''s Theatre. You wouldn''t have figured it from an egghead like him, but did that man ever love his vaudeville. You could sell him any player-piano roll the minute it came out." "We really do need a piano," Miss Eversman sighed, as the national and managing editors walked in. Mr. Corn and Mr. Noyes took up positions off to the side of things and remarked to each other, a bit shamefacedly, on the smallness of the spread. "Well," said Mr. Corn, quoting the late Senator Taft''s famously impolitic advice about higher food prices: "Eat less." The party was making Tim feel nostalgic, and thus a bit foolish, since he''d been, after all, only a summer hire allowed to stay on through September--or, more exactly, this coming Friday afternoon. They''d put him in the city room, even though he''d never been to Washington before June and knew nothing about the District as a place where many citizens lived life quite oblivious to the federal government. His placement, he''d come to understand, was typical of the Star , a paper both venerable and feckless, produced each evening by an eccentric, occasionally brilliant staff. He had liked it here and would miss the place, but given the shortness of his tenure he wasn''t sure he should even take a piece of the cake once it got cut. A small stack of the paper''s early edition lay atop an open drawer of the file cabinet he was leaning against. Ambassador Bohlen was flying home from Moscow to talk with Secretary Dulles, and this morning Louis Budenz, a Fordham professor and former red, had testified to the McCarthy committee that, in his "humble opinion," parts of an Army-commissioned pamphlet about Siberia--something put together to educate the Far Eastern Command--contained large chunks of Soviet-sympathizing stuff that had been taken, without footnotes or refutation, from Communist writers. Cecil Holland, the reporter who''d written the Budenz story, now saw Tim reading it and asked, "Laughlin, you just graduated from Fordham, didn''t you? Ever study with this guy who says the army''s been indoctrinating itself?" Tim smiled. "I had somebody else for Economics, Mr. Holland." He grimaced. "I think I got a C-plus." Holland laughed and walked over to claim a piece of the cake that had finally been sliced. At Fordham, Tim had mostly studied American history and English literature, and his plan in coming to Washington remained, even now, to combine his major and minor into a job writing for a politician, though throughout the city''s hot, depopulated summer he''d made little headway finding anything on Capitol Hill. Well, he''d have plenty of time and motivation come Friday afternoon! The party conversation had turned to Senator McCarthy''s imminent wedding. "What kind of guy picks lunch hour on Tuesday to get married in a church?" asked the financial-page editor. "A guy who''s busy taking over the world," answered Cecil Holland. "That''s why he''s marrying a girl on his staff," added the police reporter. "Maximum efficiency. She''ll be able to crank out the press release for Joe''s firstborn as soon as she''s cranked out the baby." "Well, from what I hear," said Miss Eversman, "McCarthy''s mother might be more surprised by all this than Liberace''s." Everyone had heard the rumors. Would the president show up for the wedding? People began to take bets. Ike''s contempt for McCarthy was by now well developed, but it would be hard, some argued, for him not to put in an appearance, now that he was back from vacation, and with St. Matthew''s being only a few blocks from the White House. Miss McGrory, who appeared to regard this talk of McCarthy on the order of a frog in the punch bowl, returned to an earlier subject and insisted that they didn''t need a piano. She patted Mr. Yost''s arm and dared him to get everybody started singing "Oh, You Beautiful Doll"--Woodrow Wilson''s absolute all-time favorite, the retiring pressman had reminded them. Tim, who had been to all the West Side weddings of his uncountable cousins, right away felt Irish instinct trump shyness. He joined in as soon as Mr. Yost and Miss McGrory got things going, and within a moment, even as he remained alone with his thoughts, was singing the same words as everyone else: Let me put my arms about you, I don''t want to live without you. His job at the Star had come through the nephew of an old pal of his dad''s from Manhattan Criminal Court, where Paul Laughlin had worked during what everyone in the family now called the old days--the ones before Mr. Laughlin, nearing forty, put himself through LaSalle, by correspondence and then at night, completing his transformation from process server into accountant, making possible his family''s move from Hell''s Kitchen to the unimaginably big and bright new rooms of Stuyvesant Town. Those rooms seemed even larger now that Tim''s older sister, Frances, the Laughlins'' only other child, had gone off to Staten Island to live with her husband. If you ever leave me, how my heart would ache, I want to hug you but I fear you''d break-- While singing these lines, Tim realized that most of the partygoers'' eyes were on him. His pleasing tenor voice--a surprise to those who''d heard only his soft, polite speech with its occasional stammer--had risen above everyone else''s in volume, though to anybody paying attention to the lyric, it seemed far more likely that any hugging to involve this five-foot-seven, 130-pound young man would result in his breakage, not the girl''s. Realizing what had provoked the attention and smiles, Tim blushed and lowered his voice, while everybody else raised theirs for the song''s big finish: Oh, oh, oh, oh, Oh, you beautiful doll! Mr. Yost led the revelers'' applause for themselves, and when it subsided, Mr. Brogan, Tim''s boss on the city desk, announced: "It''s clear to me that we kept too much of Laughlin''s light under a bushel this summer. I wish we''d had more for you to do, Timmy." Tim smiled and thanked him. Since June he''d mostly typed and done rewrites, bringing the perfect grammar of the nuns to the fitfully produced copy of the oldest city reporters, who teased him about being a college man, and about a pretty girl named Helen, another summer hire who answered a phone in Classifieds and sometimes stopped to chat at his desk. They might have kept on teasing him now, but they didn''t really know enough about this conscientious, if cheerful, boy, and so the spotlight soon moved elsewhere. Tim shrank back into himself as Cecil Holland redirected the conversation to--what else?--the senator from Wisconsin. What would McCarthy do next? people wanted to know. Holland advised them to watch what was going on up in New York: Cohn had been running subcommittee meetings there, taking testimony in closed sessions when he wasn''t snooping around Fort Monmouth over in Jersey. You watch: McCarthy would soon be taking shots at the army for whatever security breaches he could discover or invent. "I''m gonna love you, like nobody''s loved you, come Cohn or come Schine," crooned the police reporter, reprising a song spoof from last spring, when McCarthy staffers Roy Cohn and David Schine, colleagues and pals (some people said more), had gone on their tour of USIA libraries in Europe, ridding the shelves of anti-American books by Ameri- can authors. No one ever talked half so much about Eisenhower as they did about McCarthy, Tim reflected; the senator was as constantly on people''s lips as FDR had been when he was a boy, even if the only other thing Roosevelt and McCarthy might have in common was the admiration of Tim''s father. Paul Laughlin still

Details ISBN0307388905 Author Thomas Mallon Short Title FELLOW TRAVELERS Series Vintage Language English ISBN-10 0307388905 ISBN-13 9780307388902 Media Book Format Paperback Year 2008 Residence Washington, DC, US Birth 1951 Place of Publication New York Country of Publication United States Imprint Vintage Books DOI 10.1604/9780307388902 UK Release Date 2008-05-06 AU Release Date 2008-05-06 NZ Release Date 2008-05-06 US Release Date 2008-05-06 Pages 368 Publisher Random House USA Inc Publication Date 2008-05-06 DEWEY 813.6 Audience General

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• Condition: Neu
• ISBN-13: 9780307388902
• ISBN: 9780307388902
• Publication Year: 2008
• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• Book Title: Fellow Travelers
• Item Height: 201mm
• Author: Thomas Mallon
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