Published by Vintage Books on February 11, 2003
From Goodreads: Author Erik Larson imbues the incredible events surrounding the 1893 Chicago World's Fair with such drama that readers may find themselves checking the book's categorization to be sure that 'The Devil in the White City' is not, in fact, a highly imaginative novel. Larson tells the stories of two men: Daniel H. Burnham, the architect responsible for the fair's construction, and H.H. Holmes, a serial killer masquerading as a charming doctor.
Burnham's challenge was immense. In a short period of time, he was forced to overcome the death of his partner and numerous other obstacles to construct the famous "White City" around which the fair was built. His efforts to complete the project, and the fair's incredible success, are skillfully related along with entertaining appearances by such notables as Buffalo Bill Cody, Susan B. Anthony, Nikola Tesla and Thomas Edison.
The activities of the sinister Dr. Holmes, who is believed to be responsible for scores of murders around the time of the fair, are equally remarkable. He devised and erected the World's Fair Hotel, complete with crematorium and gas chamber, near the fairgrounds and used the event as well as his own charismatic personality to lure victims.
When I had about 100 pages left in this book (which is about the Chicago World’s Fair and a notorious serial killer), I had a conversation with a friend of mine and told her that I was having a really difficult time getting through it. I told her I just wanted to finish it and that I wanted the book to be over. She was horrified. She started telling me all of the things that she learned from this fantastic book and how it is one of the greatest books she has read in a long time. In a true demonstration of friendship, she offered to mail me a truly mundane book so that I could compare. I declined.
And then it hit me. “The Devil in the White City” is a book that is amazing after the fact. The book is full of interesting tidbits and fascinating facts, like that Walt Disney got his ideas from the Chicago World’s Fair and that Shredded Wheat was never expected to last. Or that George Ferris never got to see the first turn of his famous wheel. Or that the Fair was cursed because everyone involved in its planning and inception (engineers, workers, the Chicago mayor, architects) met an untimely death. But these are just flecks of information in a sea of pages that describe architectural and logistical problems, explain urban planning and document various power struggles.
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Things We Have In Part Due to the Chicago World’s Fair
Shredded Wheat (they called it “Shredded-Doormat” and did not expect it to succeed)
Inspired the land of Oz
Inspired Walt Disney World
Top beer was Pabst Blue Ribbon, where it earned its name
The first zipper
The first all-electric kitchen (and dishwasher)
The first box of pancake mix by Aunt Jemima
The first moving pictures
“I could not help the fact that I was a murderer, no more than the poet can help the inspiration to sing.”- H.H. Holmes
The second part of the book is about H.H. Holmes, an evil man (who we would now call a psychopath – see my review of “The Psychopath Test: A Journey Through the Madness Industry” by Jon Ronson” to learn more about them!) who built an entire three-story hotel to lure, torture and murder women, and one of the planning (and hurdles) of the World’s Fair. The only thing that kept me going through these parts (despite it being punctuated with fun facts) was the H.H. Holmes story.
What was creepy about Holmes’ story was not what he did (although they were awful), but rather the parts that were left out. The details of his killings were not outlined in the book. Rather, the author had a way of making me want to get up and shut the closet door and sleep with my back to the wall without really saying anything at all. Here’s an example:
“I heard my door tried and then a key was slipped into the lock.”
Belknap called out, asking who was at the door. The noise stopped. He held his breath and listened and heard the sound of feet moving down the hall.
It should be noted that, like the Chicago World’s Fair, it is said that Holmes himself was cursed (he himself believed he was exhibiting devil like features). And in case you are reading this at night, here is some comfort reading for you:
Strange things began to happen that made Holmes’ claims about being the devil seem almost plausible. Detective Geyer became seriously ill. The warden of Moyamensing prison committed suicide. The jury foreman was electrocuted in a freak accident. The priest who delivered Holmes’ last rites was found dead on the grounds of his church of mysterious causes. The father of Emeline Cigrand was grotesquely burned in a boiler explosion. And a fire destroyed the office of District Attorney George Graham, leaving only a photograph of Holmes unscathed.
And so here I am, less than 24 hours out from finishing it, and I am already focusing on the positives on this book. So I can understand why it’s a bestseller. Never mind the fact that for the past week I have been trudging through the logistical aspects of putting together a World’s Fair. Forget the fact that I have been complaining about it daily (my husband is looking over my shoulder and asked me to remind you of that fact). At the end of it all, I finished it and I don’t regret reading it. In a few weeks, I may even look back upon this experience with fondness.