Characters are continually reintroduced, characterizations and facts needlessly repeated. Grousing about such potholes can seem petty. But they’re distracting, and besides, a figure and a story this grand deserve better.
Though slickly written, the book doesn’t have the momentum and polish of the very best nonfiction narrative. It is more of a mosaic, a juxtaposition of flashbacks relevant to Marshall and the civil rights movement.