The behind-the-scenes struggle in 1948 between the President and the State Department
“The world is my country, to hate rascals is my religion” he once said, and for more than forty years—before he mysteriously vanished—he blasted away at the delusions, pretentions, posturings, hopes, dreams, foibles, and institutions of all mankind. His name was Ambrose Bierce …
A last look at an American institution
One of America's most distinguished publishers writes of his personal and professional friendship with the famed historian, Samuel Eliot Morison.