The Devil in the White City: Murder, Magic, and Madness at the Fair that Changed America (Paperback)

Author Erik Larson imbues the incredible events surrounding the 1893 Chicago World's Fair with such drama that readers may find themselves checking the book's categorization to be sure that The Devil in the White City is not, in fact, a highly imaginative novel. Larson tells the stories of two men: Daniel H. Burnham, the architect responsible for the fair's construction, and H.H. Holmes, a serial killer masquerading as a charming doctor. Burnham's challenge was immense. In a short period of time, he was forced to overcome the death of his partner and numerous other obstacles to construct the famous "White City" around which the fair was built. His efforts to complete the project, and the fair's incredible success, are skillfully related along with entertaining appearances by such notables as Buffalo Bill Cody, Susan B. Anthony, and Thomas Edison. The activities of the sinister Dr. Holmes, who is believed to be responsible for scores of murders around the time of the fair, are equally remarkable. He devised and erected the World's Fair Hotel, complete with crematorium and gas chamber, near the fairgrounds and used the event as well as his own charismatic personality to lure victims. Combining the stories of an architect and a killer in one book, mostly in alternating chapters, seems like an odd choice but it works. The magical appeal and horrifying dark side of 19th-century Chicago are both revealed through Larson's skillful writing. --John Moe --This text refers to the Hardcover edition.

In this riveting page-turner that reads like a murder mystery thriller, Erik Larson resurrects the legend of a forgotten American psychopath, mass murderer, the cold-blooded H. H. Holmes, and overlays it with the equally dusty story of the Chicago World’s Fair of 1893, one of the most impressive achievements of gilded-age America.
Satisfying the modern appetite for realism, the book falls into a hybrid literary genre, combining the narrative techniques of the suspense novelist with the intense realism of the documentarian. “However strange or macabre some of the following incidents may seem, this is not a work of fiction,” the author advises in a preliminary note, adding that all quoted material comes from documented sources.
The author has likewise hobbled together two distinctly different subject matters, which would normally require distinctive treatment. In Larson’s hands, the chapters dealing with the fair have an ominous undercurrent of death, decay, fright and morbidity-the very traits that we come to associate with Holmes, who is the focus of alternating chapters. Thus unified in tone, this Frankenstein of a book lurches forward with a peculiar, uneven gait, carrying the enthralled reader in its vice-like grip for 390 pages.
Dr. Henry H. Holmes, whose real name was Herman Webster Mudgett, was a brazen serial killer who, like the society around him, embraced many of the modern conveniences of his day. As all of Chicago was churning with excitement at the prospect of hosting a magnificent world’s fair, Holmes designed and built a tourist hotel near the fairground, at 63rd and Wallace. Nicknamed the castle, it was a dark gothic edifice with long narrow hallways, odd-shaped rooms, a soundproofed vault, hidden passageways, and leaden chutes through which large objects could be dropped into the cavernous basement, where Holmes had installed a coffin-shaped kiln hot enough to melt glass. (It was for a glass factory, he explained to the curious.)
How ironic that this human monster-equal parts Sweeney Todd, Ted Bundy, Hannibal Lector and Josef Mengele-could make himself so irresistibly charming to women. “He broke prevailing rules of casual intimacy: He stood too close, stared too hard, touched too much and long. And women adored him for it,” Larson writes. By conservative estimates, he murdered dozens of unattached females lured to the big city by the fair. Numerous women who became his fiancées disappeared, as did some of their sisters; they ran off with someone else, Holmes would explain to puzzled acquaintances and distant parents. Men, especially bill-collectors, were also charmed by him; he was adept at floating dozens of creditors simultaneously, like a juggler keeping balls in the air. He was a confidence man par excellence.
In several cases he convinced trusting friends and lovers to buy insurance policies, naming him as beneficiary-a fatal mistake. Accidents always seemed to be happening near him; he would poison and suffocate. He also gassed tourists to death in their sleep. Possessing a medical degree, he would sometimes strip the flesh off cadavers, bleach the bones, and sell the skeletons to medical schools. Despite a growing missing persons list, the police were too disorganized to conduct the rigorous investigation that was required.
Until Detective Frank Geyer, that is. Two years after the fair, the shrewd gumshoe sensed that Holmes had plotted an insurance scam with a partner, then killed the partner as well as his wife and two children so he could keep the insurance money for himself. As Geyer discovered, Holmes had dragged the poor children to Indianapolis, Detroit, and ultimately Toronto, where he gassed them in a trunk and buried them in the dirt cellar of a rented cottage near what is now College and Bay streets. After Geyer dug up the corpses, the story made front-page headlines across the continent; by then, Holmes was rightly being referred to as “the Chicago monster.” He was eventually hung.
As mentioned, alternating sections of this chilling narrative deal with the massive achievement of the so-called “white city”-the monumental fairgrounds built in less than two years by a cadre of architects that included Daniel Hudson Burnham and Frederick Law Olmsted, and involving a supporting cast of real-life personalities from Buffalo Bill Cody to Thomas Edison. Larson is successful in depicting a city so giddy with the notion of progress, scientific advancement, civic growth and the optimism of the gilded age, that it had become an unregulated jungle where a cunning beast like H. H. Holmes could operate with seeming impunity.
The author deserves enormous credit for retrieving this important piece of social history. Although he takes some dramatic liberties, he maintains his unwritten pact with the reader by remaining loyal to the documented truth. If his depiction of Holmes seems as thin in spots as that of a cardboard villain from Dickens, it’s the result of a lack of information. All in all, Larson has done an excellent job with the limited material at hand; he builds a wonderful atmosphere of suspense and horror. Obviously intoxicated with the story, he has deftly polished each of its facets until the whole sparkles like a jewel. Can a sale of movie rights be far away?
Bill Gladstone (Books in Canada)
--This text refers to the Hardcover edition.