If one were to consider the whole notion of histories of the famous and important and how such tales are discovered the exercise by the author would be seen as a detective hunting for a suspect. No doubt, this guise has ben employed in many a film plot to motivate along many an otherwise lackluster script. But is you figure that everyone has two or more states of existence in the sense of a public face and a private face. And that while each seems perfectly complete in and of itself to explain much in the way of the source of any type of behavior. It is also true that the subject of the tale is compelled to be an author of their own history as well. Not too many in this world betray their true natures to everyone. There is enough misunderstanding in life as to one’s motives or one’s animal drives to get anyone in hot water with an uncompromising audience. Just as there are many social conventions that are observed in the public eye, so does much remain unspoken or unexplained.
So we have with the case of those rascals that become Presidents or great public figures, a mountain of paper that no doubt is bereft of many consciously disposed of omissions. The detective game becomes a meticulous string tying exercise of determining where the greatest omissions prevail and then find fertile sources to excavate for bodies and skeletons long deposed. The scathing criticism of detractors being a starting point that in itself might elicit the need for some ancient method of political torment to verify fact amidst scurrilous harmful fiction. Scrips of notes or enigmatic entries that haunt the narrative as in Orson Welle’s, most famous film’s resounding exclamation, “Rosebud.” The reminiscence of a hidden lover as to the unwinding in a moment of that figure allowing the shadows and brilliance from within to step momentarily into view. If one examines one’s own story in such a light, what twists and turns would be plucked from the otherwise mundane topics of an endless series of seemingly the same? There is no doubt that all have something to hide but equally we all have something both light and dark to discover. The measuring stick of the biography of another’s existence provides details with which to compare. The only danger being of course, one coming up short by comparison.