Abraham lincoln the prairie years carl sandburg

I've been reading a lot this year, and the more books I pore over, the more disgruntled I become.

It was in reading this book, strangely, that I realized the possible cause: the range of narrative voice employed by authors (especially contemporary "literary" ones) is extremely limited. The opening few pages of Sandburg's second of three volumes on Lincoln reads like his poetry, which reads a lot like Whitman's poetry.

It is flowing, free and expansive, lyrical. The rest reads like a history book, which is fair; that's what the book is intended to be, after all.

Abraham Lincoln: The Prairie Years.

Complete and unabridged, this Collector's Edition contains every chapter of Carl Sandburg's panoramic masterpiece.

A two-volume labor of love by poet Carl Sandburg recalling Lincoln's years as a country lawyer and prairie politician.

Abraham Lincoln, the prairie years.

Abraham Lincoln: The War Years encompasses volumes three through six of Carl Sandburg's six-volume biography of Abraham Lincoln; these volumes focus.

The fact that I was hoping for something else--something subjective and poetic, an unabashed mythologization of Lincoln (but not so unabashed as to have him slaying vampires)--is irrelevant.

Why are there so few eccentric and distinct narrators?

Perhaps it is the mark of an immature reader to even want one. When I compile a list of some of the best exam