The subject matter intrigued me greatly. I would have liked this book much more if it was more fact than the authors take on what happened.

ASSASSIN OF SHADOWS by Lawrence Goldstone is a new mystery story set in 1901 and centered on the assassination of President McKinley near Buffalo. Harry Swayne is a Secret Service agent who, along with his subordinate Walter George, is ordered to lead the federal investigation. I liked the historical references which definitely made me curious about that era and its politicians and influencers such as Ohioan Mark Hanna.

Readers will no doubt reflect on attitudes from that time towards police and security forces, conspiracy theories, and also about dissent and free speech since anarchists are presumed to have been involved. However, I found the relationship between Harry and Walter to be very strained and uncomfortable. They frequently trade veiled insults and almost come to blows: "Walter swatted Harry's finger away. He often wondered if the two of them went at it, who would be left standing at the end." That made it more difficult to empathize with these characters, although ASSASSIN OF SHADOWS did receive a starred review from Publishers Weekly. I would more heartily recommend earlier works - Used and Rare and/or Slightly Chipped - by Goldstone and his wife, Nancy.

The premise of ASSASSIN OF SHADOWS is quite intriguing and will certainly catch the attention of history buffs and suspense/thriller fans alike. President William McKinley has just been shot by anarchist Leon Czolgosz. Secret Service agent Walter George is sent to investigate and discovers rather than being an open and shut case, Czolgosz might have acted on behalf of powerful individuals who want the President dead for their own reasons.

From the description I was expecting something a bit more literary, but it was very similar to the accessible writing styles of James Patterson, Harlan Coben, and David Baldacci. There was very minimal character development throughout. I think the romantic subplot was meant to give Walter some much needed depth, but the progression of their relationship felt inauthentic and never came together for me; it would have been better to leave it out entirely. The dialogue felt too modern for the turn of the 20th century at times, which was jarring and pulled me out of the story. While the novel is more action-driven, most of it fell flat for me. There was very little in the way of suspense or excitement. I had a hard time investing in the story from the very beginning and continually had to force myself to keep reading and finish it. Even the twist ending didn't shock me very much. In all, I was disappointed because I had expected to like this one quite a bit.

I received an advanced copy from the publisher in exchange for an honest review.

President William McKinley Jr. was the 25th president of the United States. On November 6th, 1901, “six months into his second term,” he was shot by “twenty-eight year old anarchist Leon Czolgosz.” McKinley was shot while shaking hands in a receiving line at Buffalo’s Pan-American Exposition, more commonly known as a World’s Fair. Why didn’t the two Secret Services agents attending the president prevent the assailant from making his move?

Like the continuing questions, decades later, that examine whether Lee Harvey Oswald acted on his own, fictional Secret Services agents Walter George and Harry Swayne pursue similar inquiries. It should be noted that except for known historical figures, Andrew Goldstone fictionalizes the “minor players involved in the conspiracy.” A conspiracy because Walter George and Harry Swayne are convinced that Leon Czolgosz did not act on his own. In its simplest terms, a conspiracy is “a secret plan by a group to do something unlawful or harmful.”

Rather than think that American citizens could be involved with a conspiracy to kill a president, what is a more comforting supposition? When in doubt, blame foreigners or foreign-sounding ideologies, like the ideas espoused by Chicagoan “Emma Goldman, the anarchist and feminist.” No patriotic American would use anything but the voting booth to put a new man in the Oval Office, right? But George and Swayne aren’t so sure, especially after they start to investigate and learn that Czolgosz comes from Chicago. Chicago is their home base, so they know all the players.

Imagine an assassination attempt happening today. Law enforcement would investigate the social media accounts of the accused, check his or her emails, look for where the culprit showed up on hidden cameras and that would barely scratch the surface. None of that was available in 1901. The Federal Bureau of Investigation didn’t exist until 1908 when it was called simply the Bureau of Investigation. One technique still used today was George’s reliance on the old-fashioned methodology of having artists create pictures of potential suspects or leads. Call it early facial recognition technology.

One technique still used today was George’s reliance on the old-fashioned methodology of having artists create pictures of potential suspects or leads. Call it early facial recognition technology.

A case can hinge on the slightest of occurrences. Walter George spoke alone with Czolgosz in his Buffalo jail cell. Interrogation, conversation, call it what you will—this passage from Assassin of Shadows reads true to modern-day mores.

You have only seconds to decide how to interrogate a prisoner, whether to be friendly or official, whether to flatter or intimidate. You must decide from that first eye contact, that first sizing up of a prisoner’s posture, his intelligence, his fear, his stubbornness. Did he want to talk or to remain silent? Once the choice of approach was made, there would be no opportunity to change tacks.

George “forces” the sergeant on duty to give him the keys to Czolgosz’s cell, while the young man observes. Czolgosz admits his guilt when he says simply to George, “I done my duty.” Czolgosz claims that his duty was, “To all them who go hungry whilst others make millions.” But George needs to know all the circumstances of Czolgosz’s life prior to the shooting—where he went, who he associated with, where he lives. When Czolgosz was arrested, he called himself an anarchist. Try as he may, George can’t pry any information out of the prisoner about his associates. He tries one more tactic.

Walter nodded. “All right. Can I get you anything?”



“Whaddaya mean?” Czolgosz eyed Walter with suspicion.



Walter let his hands drop between his legs. “I don’t approve of what you did, Leon,” he said softly. “I won’t pretend that I do. But you’re going to the penitentiary for a long time. Maybe twenty years. Maybe forever. I don’t expect things will go too well for you in there. I don’t see the harm in you being a little more comfortable in the meantime.”

Kindness is successful in a way that intimidation was not. Leon asks for a book from his room, Looking Backward by Edward Bellamy.

“I read it eight times already. Great book. You read it yet?”



“Sure. Hasn’t everyone?”



“Whaddaya think?”



“I liked it. I hope the future is like he said.” Actually, Walter thought the book was a load of tripe—all that nonsense about people living together in harmony. People fought for what they wanted. Always had, always will.

Walter would have known of Looking Backward: it was immensely popular and influenced countless socialists of the time. Lawrence Goldstone has a deft ability to weave facts and fiction into wholly believable cloth. Walter finds the book in a drawer in Leon’s boarding house room and starts putting together a framework for the young man’s activities. He draws on his own experience growing up rough in Chicago—where his refuge was the library. Might Leon have done the same? An austere librarian in the building closest to the boarding house asks Walter why a killer would come to a library. She looks at the copy of Looking Backward in Walter’s hands and information spills out: “The first day he brought the book.” What did he do with his time after that?

“Kept to himself. Only seemed to talk to Esther.”



“Esther?”



“Esther Kolodkin. One of our librarians. She’s not here today.”



“Day off?”

The librarian shook her head. “No. Her sister is coming from Chicago to see the Exposition. Esther took a couple days off to show her around.”

Do these dribs and drabs of information lead anywhere? Yes. By the time George tracks down Esther, she’s lying dead in the morgue. A book leads to a death which leads back to Chicago and the whole ball of wax starts to emerge.

It’s noteworthy that when George and Swayne do, repeatedly, find a lead to follow, the people they want to speak to end up dead. One of the immutable laws of a successful conspiracy to eliminate all the loose ends. There’s a somber shroud of inexorable fate surrounding the assassination investigation of these two dogged Secret Service operatives…but that inevitability makes the fictionalized history in Assassin of Shadows even more relevant and absorbing.

this book was initially a slow burner but picked up as it went along, based on the assassination of president McKinley and the plot to kill the president and the sting in the tail at the end which was slightly surprising

I was really enjoying this, till the last two pages or so. I was not a big fan of a the curveball ending; but the historical detail and gritty noir-esque feeling of the McKinley assassination investigation were great.

It was a interesting mystery novel. The author did his research like he did in his previous novel. It wasn't action packed.. I remember it for those who like historical novels