They met and interviewed such people as Hitler, Mussolini, FDR, Nehru, Gandhi, and many more who were positioning themselves into history. Unjustly, they are barely remembered today but they changed journalism in the 20th century. This is basically a biographic portrait of four important journalist who covered WWII, both the war and the run-up to that war: i.e.John Gunther, Dorothy Thomson, H.R. I am having trouble rating this book, so I am settling for a 3 which may make me an outlier. Told with the immediacy of a conversation overheard, this revelatory book captures how the global upheavals of the twentieth century felt up close. From their circle came not just the first modern account of illness in Gunther's Death Be Not Proud-a memoir about his son's death from cancer-but the first no-holds-barred chronicle of a marriage: Sheean's Dorothy and Red, about Thompson's fractious relationship with Sinclair Lewis. To tell that story, they broke long-standing taboos. Plunged into successive global crises, Gunther, Knickerbocker, Sheean, and Thompson could no longer separate themselves from the turmoil that surrounded them. Living in the heady afterglow of Freud, they subjected themselves to frank, critical scrutiny and argued about love, war, sex, death, and everything in between. Alongside these backstage glimpses into the halls of power, they left another equally incredible set of records. In those tumultuous years, they landed exclusive interviews with Hitler and Mussolini, Nehru and Gandhi, and helped shape what Americans knew about the world. Knickerbocker, Vincent Sheean, and Dorothy Thompson. Last Call at the Hotel Imperial is the extraordinary story of John Gunther, H. While empires collapsed and fledgling democracies faltered, they chased deposed empresses, international financiers, and Balkan gun-runners, and then knocked back doubles late into the night. As cub reporters in the 1920s, they roamed across a war-ravaged world, sometimes perched atop mules on wooden saddles, sometimes gliding through countries in the splendor of a first-class sleeper car.

They were an astonishing group: glamorous, gutsy, and irreverent to the bone.

Last call at the hotel imperial review