Don’t miss the New York Times bestseller Five Days in November, where Secret Service agent Clint Hill tells the stories behind the iconic images of those five infamous, tragic days surrounding JFK’s assassination, published for the 50th anniversary of his death.
On November 22, 1963, three shots were fired in Dallas, President John F. Kennedy was assassinated, and the world stopped for four days. For an entire generation, it was the end of an age of innocence.
That evening, a photo ran on the front pages of newspapers across the world, showing a Secret Service agent jumping on the back of the presidential limousine in a desperate attempt to protect the President and Mrs. Kennedy. That agent was Clint Hill.
Now Secret Service Agent Clint Hill commemorates the fiftieth anniversary of the tragedy with this stunning book containing more than 150 photos, each accompanied by Hill’s incomparable insider account of those terrible days. With poignant narration accompanying rarely seen images, we witness three-year-old John Kennedy Jr.’s pleas to come to Texas with his parents and the rapturous crowds of mixed ages and races that greeted the Kennedys at every stop in Texas. We stand beside a shaken Lyndon Johnson as he is hurriedly sworn in as the new president. We experience the first lady’s steely courage when she insists on walking through the streets of Washington, DC, in her husband’s funeral procession.
A story that has taken Clint Hill fifty years to tell, this is a work of personal and historical scope. Besides the unbearable grief of a nation and the monumental consequences of the event, the death of JFK was a personal blow to a man sworn to protect the first family, and who knew, from the moment the shots rang out in Dallas, that nothing would ever be the same.
What this book whose contents we've waited 50 years for lacks in artistry, it makes up for in immediacy. Hill was one of the Secret Service agents beside J.F.K.'s car at the time of his assassination, and he managed to clamber onto the trunk in an attempt to protect the chief executive and his wife. Hill continues to feel guilty over the president's death. His account offers new, minute details of the events in Dallas and Washington, D.C., immediately before and after J.F.K.'s death. Sometimes those details are unnecessary and his precise recollection of them seems difficult to believe. But the book's photographs some rare, some probably never seen before are a particular strength. Astonishingly, however, none of them is captioned, nor are any of the locations, figures, or events in them identified. This inexplicable omission is unlikely to dent the book's appeal to aficionados of the period. But for those less knowledgeable about the Camelot era and its tragic end, the lack of captions represents a lost opportunity.
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Wonderful; A must read
Thank you Clint Hill for this incredible history of those five days in November 1963 that will forever be etched in our memories and collective experience. Like others who have shared reviews, I was young (12) and still see those events like they happened yesterday.
You brought back so many memories of the events in Dallas and Washington. It was very emotional to relive those days again through your experience.
As readers we appreciate your willingness to share an incredibly painful chapter. Thank you.
A Moving Story
This book is an excellent read and takes me back to those days as if it happened yesterday. I was only 8 years old when this horrific event happened, but I can clearly remember how school was canceled, and my parents and my sisters and I watched all the coverage of those dark days on television. I had the privilege of meeting Clint Hill at a book signing and talk that he gave about another of his books, The Kennedy Detail. Even if you are not old enough to remember the Kennedy years, reading this book and Mr. Hill's other books including, Mrs. Kennedy and Me will take you back to another time, before the digital age that captivates the young people of today.
I was 12 years old when JFK was killed.I got a cold that weekend and my mother made me a nest on our sofa in front of the black and white TV. I could not stop watching. I saw Jack Ruby shoot Oswald live on tv.those images are seared into my brain.I visited this fall the exhibit in Washington DC.reading this book filled in the behind scene stories of the images that are all too familiar to me.it was a quick read, well written and worth my time. I could not lay it down.