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One Summer: America,1927 - Review


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Only the most dedicated students of history may remember the "resplendent name of Philo T. Farnsworth" says Bill Bryson in his latest book, One Summer America, 1927. But could they recall what he patented that year? Did you know 1927 was Yankee sluggers, Lou Gehrig’s and Babe Ruth's best year in Major League Baseball. Or for that matter, baby-boomers, remember - the most famous 25 year-old who captivated the world that summer, Charles Lindberg. Or was it Al Capone, said to be one of the best business minds in recent history. 

Without a doubt, my favorite author, Bill Bryson’s new book transcends time to take you back to a year that America lead the way in inventions, culture, movies, sport, and gangsters.

One riveting chapter explores how Philo T. Farnsworth (just saying that name is fun) unveiled his all-electronic television prototype—the first of its kind—made possible by a video camera tube or "image dissector." If you’ve watched TV, and who hasn’t, you can thank this young inventor who lived in San Francisco. All but forgotten, Bryson brings it back to life with his uncanny wit and lucid writing style.

The book hinges on two very recognizable icons, Charles Lindberg, and Babe Ruth. Lindberg became famous over-night with the first successful solo Atlantic crossing from New York to Paris by airplane.  And the Babe, the most recognizable name in baseball, set a home run record of 60 that lasted for 34 years. Gehrig and Ruth together hit more home runs that year than most of the major league teams combined. Sports fans, maybe you remember Jack Dempsey, the most notable name in sports. What was it like in Chicago of 1927 when Jack Dempsey and Gene Tunny met at Solider Field?

A marvelous jaunt through history. Bryson captures forgotten personalities, intriguing events, with his trademark clarity, eye for detail, and uncanny humor.

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