Promo: The Middle Generation by M. B. Zucker
Today, I'm delighted to welcome back US American author, M. B. Zucker, with his new novel, The Middle Generation. We're sharing an excerpt from the novel.
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The Middle Generation:
A Novel of John Quincy Adams and the Monroe Doctrine
M. B. Zucker
Excerpt:
We exited the house. The wind had calmed but the air was colder, besting the sun’s efforts. I tracked Father as we walked the trail we’d used many times before. A flickering of memories. Some pleasant, others buried. The worst moment of my youth happened there—Father, with Mother’s blessing, pressured me into breaking my engagement with Mary Frazer, a young girl to whom I’d pinned all hopes of happiness.
Father was silent and I decided to prompt him. “I don’t seek counsel on policy.”
A moment. My words went unheard. Then, “Good. I don’t seek to give it. I am too old and have been out of action too long to be useful.”
“Unlikely.”
“I’d rather discuss issues closer to home.”
“Go on.”
He sighed. “Your mother was my closest advisor. And my wisest. When I look at you and Louisa…” A moment. “Do you talk to her about your work?”
“No.”
“You should.”
“Louisa has a limited understanding of politics and world events.”
“Teach her. Bring her up to speed. Though you’re wrong. She was a minister’s wife in Europe.
Befriended Emperor Alexander in St. Petersburg. Witnessed Napoleon’s conquests. My image of her was forever changed when she told me of how she crossed the continent with young Charles alone for six weeks and French soldiers intercepted them in a Russian carriage. Her improvisation saved your family.”
“That does not mean she knows how to manage France and Russia.”
“You’re making a mistake, Johnny.” He made eye contact. “I’m fond of Louisa. Marrying her was the most important event of your life.” Turning away. “No matter what office you may obtain.”
I turned backward, not wanting us to go out too far in case the wind resumed.
“How are the boys?” he asked.
“What?”
“I asked how are the boys.”
“Oh. They’re fine.”
“How old are they now?”
“George is sixteen, John is fourteen, and Charles is ten.”
“How is George’s education progressing?”
I groaned. “I don’t know what to do with him. He’s stupid and weak.”
“What does Louisa think?”
“She’s soft with him. With all of them. Charles’ French is improving but the others are behind. A shame children are not clay to be made according to the fancy of every potter.”
“Remember that an education should include a knowledge of history in general and of England, France, Holland, and America in particular. Have them read whatever legal text you can, no matter the age. And the memoirs of great men.”
“I know, Father. I remember how you raised me. I model my approach to fatherhood on you.”
“Just don’t pressure them too much.”
“Is such a thing possible?”
“Yes. Look at your brothers.”
“But look at me.”
“What about you?”
“I didn’t turn out like Tom and Charles.”
“I suppose not.” He growled within each breath. I wanted to return home soon. “I wish you’d had more success as a lawyer. You could have been great but you are too disposed to despondency.”
“It didn’t interest me.”
“You didn’t give it a chance. Spent your law school years playing cards and chasing girls. The profession requires time to earn appreciation.”
“It was a bad fit. My mind doesn’t work that way.”
“You determine how your mind works.” He looked back and then said to me, “Realize where you started in life, Johnny. History won’t give me my due. I won’t be credited for my role in the Revolution. The parts performed by General Washington, Mr. Jefferson, and Dr. Franklin will be exaggerated instead. But we are still one of America’s leading families. You came into life with advantages that will disgrace you if your success is mediocre.”
“I am the Secretary of State.”
“You must become President.”
He started toward home. I followed. “My position makes me heir apparent. The last three Presidents all held my office before ascending to the Executive Mansion.”
“That’s not a guarantee.”
“A guarantee is impossible.”
“It was for General Washington. You are not he, but it can still be done.”
“How?”
“Find a way, Johnny. And you must win two terms, to make up for my loss to Jefferson. Restore the family legacy.”
I swelled with anxiety. This was the period where I’d succeed or fail to fulfill my destiny. I was again the eight-year-old Father took across the Atlantic during the War for Independence.
“You once told me that you studied politics and war so I may study mathematics and philosophy, and I had to study mathematics and philosophy so my children could study painting and music.”
Father chuckled. “There will always be a need for politics, son. If men were angels no government would be necessary. I am not advising you. I’m telling you. You must achieve the presidency. For your own worth and for mine. For our family’s. You must succeed.”
“Yes, Father.” My mind raced faster than I could follow. Crawford. OnÃs. Metternich. Only a few of the obstacles I faced. It was now an issue of life and death. Failure would destroy me and my family. A disgrace for generations. Through history. My name synonymous with shame.
Mother waited for us as we approached home. “Louisa is chatting with Tom and Nancy.”
“I was reminding Johnny of our expectations of him,” Father said.
“Yes! We shall have a two-term President in this family.”
Father chuckled, embracing the joke at his expense. My anxiety doubled.
“Remember to not look back or shrink from your duty, however arduous or dangerous the task assigned you,” Mother said. “And never forget virtue. It’s equally important. Purge any Old World values you absorbed from your soul. Your great intellect counts for little if virtue, honor, and integrity aren’t added to it. I’d much rather you found your grave in the ocean while returning from Europe than see you an immoral profligate or a graceless man.”
The highest goals that parents could have for their child. The heights of ambition and virtue. They wanted the impossible, yet I had no choice but to obey.
“The first and deepest of all my wishes,” I said, “is to give satisfaction to my parents.”
Father was silent and I decided to prompt him. “I don’t seek counsel on policy.”
A moment. My words went unheard. Then, “Good. I don’t seek to give it. I am too old and have been out of action too long to be useful.”
“Unlikely.”
“I’d rather discuss issues closer to home.”
“Go on.”
He sighed. “Your mother was my closest advisor. And my wisest. When I look at you and Louisa…” A moment. “Do you talk to her about your work?”
“No.”
“You should.”
“Louisa has a limited understanding of politics and world events.”
“Teach her. Bring her up to speed. Though you’re wrong. She was a minister’s wife in Europe.
Befriended Emperor Alexander in St. Petersburg. Witnessed Napoleon’s conquests. My image of her was forever changed when she told me of how she crossed the continent with young Charles alone for six weeks and French soldiers intercepted them in a Russian carriage. Her improvisation saved your family.”
“That does not mean she knows how to manage France and Russia.”
“You’re making a mistake, Johnny.” He made eye contact. “I’m fond of Louisa. Marrying her was the most important event of your life.” Turning away. “No matter what office you may obtain.”
I turned backward, not wanting us to go out too far in case the wind resumed.
“How are the boys?” he asked.
“What?”
“I asked how are the boys.”
“Oh. They’re fine.”
“How old are they now?”
“George is sixteen, John is fourteen, and Charles is ten.”
“How is George’s education progressing?”
I groaned. “I don’t know what to do with him. He’s stupid and weak.”
“What does Louisa think?”
“She’s soft with him. With all of them. Charles’ French is improving but the others are behind. A shame children are not clay to be made according to the fancy of every potter.”
“Remember that an education should include a knowledge of history in general and of England, France, Holland, and America in particular. Have them read whatever legal text you can, no matter the age. And the memoirs of great men.”
“I know, Father. I remember how you raised me. I model my approach to fatherhood on you.”
“Just don’t pressure them too much.”
“Is such a thing possible?”
“Yes. Look at your brothers.”
“But look at me.”
“What about you?”
“I didn’t turn out like Tom and Charles.”
“I suppose not.” He growled within each breath. I wanted to return home soon. “I wish you’d had more success as a lawyer. You could have been great but you are too disposed to despondency.”
“It didn’t interest me.”
“You didn’t give it a chance. Spent your law school years playing cards and chasing girls. The profession requires time to earn appreciation.”
“It was a bad fit. My mind doesn’t work that way.”
“You determine how your mind works.” He looked back and then said to me, “Realize where you started in life, Johnny. History won’t give me my due. I won’t be credited for my role in the Revolution. The parts performed by General Washington, Mr. Jefferson, and Dr. Franklin will be exaggerated instead. But we are still one of America’s leading families. You came into life with advantages that will disgrace you if your success is mediocre.”
“I am the Secretary of State.”
“You must become President.”
He started toward home. I followed. “My position makes me heir apparent. The last three Presidents all held my office before ascending to the Executive Mansion.”
“That’s not a guarantee.”
“A guarantee is impossible.”
“It was for General Washington. You are not he, but it can still be done.”
“How?”
“Find a way, Johnny. And you must win two terms, to make up for my loss to Jefferson. Restore the family legacy.”
I swelled with anxiety. This was the period where I’d succeed or fail to fulfill my destiny. I was again the eight-year-old Father took across the Atlantic during the War for Independence.
“You once told me that you studied politics and war so I may study mathematics and philosophy, and I had to study mathematics and philosophy so my children could study painting and music.”
Father chuckled. “There will always be a need for politics, son. If men were angels no government would be necessary. I am not advising you. I’m telling you. You must achieve the presidency. For your own worth and for mine. For our family’s. You must succeed.”
“Yes, Father.” My mind raced faster than I could follow. Crawford. OnÃs. Metternich. Only a few of the obstacles I faced. It was now an issue of life and death. Failure would destroy me and my family. A disgrace for generations. Through history. My name synonymous with shame.
Mother waited for us as we approached home. “Louisa is chatting with Tom and Nancy.”
“I was reminding Johnny of our expectations of him,” Father said.
“Yes! We shall have a two-term President in this family.”
Father chuckled, embracing the joke at his expense. My anxiety doubled.
“Remember to not look back or shrink from your duty, however arduous or dangerous the task assigned you,” Mother said. “And never forget virtue. It’s equally important. Purge any Old World values you absorbed from your soul. Your great intellect counts for little if virtue, honor, and integrity aren’t added to it. I’d much rather you found your grave in the ocean while returning from Europe than see you an immoral profligate or a graceless man.”
The highest goals that parents could have for their child. The heights of ambition and virtue. They wanted the impossible, yet I had no choice but to obey.
“The first and deepest of all my wishes,” I said, “is to give satisfaction to my parents.”
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Blurb: 
From M. B. Zucker, award-winning author of
"The Eisenhower Chronicles"
"The Eisenhower Chronicles"
The classical era of American history began with the Revolution and ended with emancipation. Between these bookends lies the absorbing yet overshadowed epic of a new nation spearheading liberty’s cause in a world skeptical of freedom arriving at all, much less in slaver’s garb. M. B. Zucker takes readers back to that adolescent country in the care of an enigmatic guide, John Quincy Adams, heir to one president by blood and another, Washington, by ideology. Adams is the missing link between the founders and Abraham Lincoln, and is nigh unanimously regarded as America’s foremost Secretary of State. Through Adams’ eyes, readers will experience one of history’s greatest and most forgotten crises: his showdown with Europe over South American independence, the conflict which prefigured the Monroe Doctrine.
With his signature dialogue and his close study of Adams’ 51 volume diary, M. B. Zucker’s The Middle Generation is a political thriller and character piece that surpasses his achievement in The Eisenhower Chronicles and ascends to the cinematic heights of the historical epics of David Lean and Steven Spielberg. It is an unforgettable portrait and a leap forward for one of our rising historical fiction novelists.
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The novel will be available in several Barnes and Noble stores in the DC/Northern Virginia area.
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About the Author:
M. B. Zucker
M.
B. Zucker has been interested in storytelling for as long as he can
remember. He devoted himself to historical fiction at fifteen and earned
his B.A. at Occidental College and his J.D. at Case Western Reserve
University School of Law. He lives in Virginia with his family.
He is the author of three other novels. Among his honors is the Best Fictional Biography Award at the 2023 BookFest.
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