Forget the “Team of Rivals” camaraderie on view in Steven Spielberg’s “Lincoln”—particularly the scene showing the president and his secretary of war, Edwin M. Stanton, grasping hands in the telegraph office as they breathlessly await news from the battlefront. The Stanton whose portrait William Marvel paints in “Lincoln’s Autocrat”—or more accurately, defaces—in this scathing biography seems incapable of holding hands with anyone, except perhaps to take his own political pulse.
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