I’m not a Gore Vidal fan. I thought Burr was a hash, especially from a historical perspective. Lincoln is a better novel, though still blemished, primarily because of Vidal’s penchant for showing off. A novel is a story, and the cardinal rule of storytelling is to never jerk the reader out of the story. Yet, Vidal continuously interrupts his characters mid-scene to take a bow, with witty asides, overly clever dialogue, and meaningless period gossip. Vidal also focuses on the trivial when the reader yearns for the big picture. The absence of transitions is jarring. Vidal goes from one scene to another with a different cast of characters without even a “by your leave.” It's like, “Hey, I veered off over here, catch up or I’ll leave you behind.” And you do … but it takes rereading several sentences, and poof, the magic is gone. The book is titled Lincoln , but Ol’ Abe comes across as a side character, explained by countless others who surround the supposed pr...