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From the acclaimed, award-winning author of Alexander Hamilton: here is the essential, endlessly engrossing biography of John D. Rockefeller, Sr.—the Jekyll-and-Hyde of American capitalism. In the course of his nearly 98 years, Rockefeller was known as both a rapacious robber baron, whose Standard Oil Company rode roughshod over an industry, and a philanthropist who donated money lavishly to universities and medical centers. He was the terror of his competitors, the bogeyman of reformers, the delight of caricaturists—and an utter enigma.
Drawing on unprecedented access to Rockefeller’s private papers, Chernow reconstructs his subjects’ troubled origins (his father was a swindler and a bigamist) and his single-minded pursuit of wealth. But he also uncovers the profound religiosity that drove him “to give all I could”; his devotion to his father; and the wry sense of humor that made him the country’s most colorful codger. Titan is a magnificent biography—balanced, revelatory, elegantly written.
- Print length832 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherVintage
- Publication dateMarch 30, 2004
- Dimensions7.76 x 5.08 x 0.44 inches
- ISBN-101400077303
- ISBN-13978-1400077304
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“A triumph of the art of biography. Unflaggingly interesting, it brings John D. Rockefeller Sr. to life through sustained narrative portraiture of the large-scale, nineteenth-century kind.” —The New York Times Book Review
“Important and impressive. . . . Reveals the man behind both the mask and the myth.” —The Wall Street Journal
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Born the son of a flamboyant, bigamous snake-oil salesman and a pious, straitlaced mother, Rockefeller rose from rustic origins to become the world's richest man by creating America's most powerful and feared monopoly, Standard Oil. Branded "the Octopus" by legions of muckrakers, the trust refined and marketed nearly 90 percent of the oil produced in America.
Rockefeller was likely the most controversial businessman in our nation's history. Critics charged that his empire was built on unscrupulous tactics: grand-scale collusion with the railroads, predatory pricing, industrial espionage, and wholesale bribery of political officials. The titan spent more than thirty years dodging investigations until Teddy Roosevelt and his trustbusters embarked on a marathon crusade to bring Standard Oil to bay.
While providing abundant new evidence of Rockefeller's misdeeds, Chernow discards the stereotype of the cold-blooded monster to sketch an unforgettablyhuman portrait of a quirky, eccentric original. A devout Baptist and temperance advocate, Rockefeller gave money more generously--his chosen philanthropies included the Rockefeller Foundation, the University of Chicago, and what is today Rockefeller University--than anyone before him. Titan presents a finely nuanced portrait of a fascinating, complex man, synthesizing his public and private lives and disclosing numerous family scandals, tragedies, and misfortunes that have never before come to light.
John D. Rockefeller's story captures a pivotal moment in American history, documenting the dramatic post-Civil War shift from small business to the rise of giant corporations that irrevocably transformed the nation. With cameos by Joseph Pulitzer, William Randolph Hearst, Jay Gould, William Vanderbilt, Ida Tarbell, Andrew Carnegie, Carl Jung, J. Pierpont Morgan, William James, Henry Clay Frick, Mark Twain, and Will Rogers, Titan turns Rockefeller's life into a vivid tapestry of American society in the late nineteenth and early twentieth centuries. It is Ron Chernow's signal triumph that he narrates this monumental saga with all the sweep, drama, and insight that this giant subject deserves.
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The Flimflam Man
In the early 1900s, as Rockefeller vied with Andrew Carnegie for the title of the world's richest man, a spirited rivalry arose between France and Germany, with each claiming to be Rockefeller's ancestral land. Assorted genealogists stood ready, for a sizable fee, to manufacture a splendid royal lineage for the oilman. "I have no desire to trace myself back to the nobility," he said honestly. "I am satisfied with my good old American stock." The most ambitious search for Rockefeller's roots traced them back to a ninth-century French family, the Roquefeuilles, who supposedly inhabited a Languedoc château-a charming story that unfortunately has been refuted by recent findings. In contrast, the Rockefellers' German lineage has been clearly established in the Rhine valley dating back to at least the early 1600s.
Around 1723, Johann Peter Rockefeller, a miller, gathered up his wife and five children, set sail for Philadelphia, and settled on a farm in Somerville and then Amwell, New Jersey, where he evidently flourished and acquired large landholdings. More than a decade later, his cousin Diell Rockefeller left southwest Germany and moved to Germantown, New York. Diell's granddaughter Christina married her distant relative William, one of Johann's grandsons. (Never particularly sentimental about his European forebears, John D. Rockefeller did erect a monument to the patriarch, Johann Peter, at his burial site in Flemington, New Jersey.) The marriage of William and Christina produced a son named Godfrey Rockefeller, who was the grandfather of the oil titan and a most unlikely progenitor of the clan. In 1806, Godfrey married Lucy Avery in Great Barrington, Massachusetts, despite the grave qualms of her family.
Establishing a pattern that would be replicated by Rockefeller's own mother, Lucy had, in her family's disparaging view, married down. Her ancestors had emigrated from Devon, England, to Salem, Massachusetts, around 1630, forming part of the Puritan tide. As they became settled and gentrified, the versatile Averys spawned ministers, soldiers, civic leaders, explorers, and traders, not to mention a bold clutch of Indian fighters. During the American Revolution, eleven Averys perished gloriously in the battle of Groton. While the Rockefellers' "noble" roots required some poetic license and liberal embellishment, Lucy could justly claim descent from Edmund Ironside, the English king, who was crowned in 1016.
Godfrey Rockefeller was sadly mismatched with his enterprising wife. He had a stunted, impoverished look and a hangdog air of perpetual defeat. Taller than her husband, a fiery Baptist of commanding presence, Lucy was rawboned and confident, with a vigorous step and alert blue eyes. A former schoolteacher, she was better educated than Godfrey. Even John D., never given to invidious comments about relatives, tactfully conceded, "My grandmother was a brave woman. Her husband was not so brave as she." If Godfrey contributed the Rockefeller coloring-bluish gray eyes, light brown hair-Lucy introduced the rangy frame later notable among the men. Enjoying robust energy and buoyant health, Lucy had ten children, with the third, William Avery Rockefeller, born in Granger, New York, in 1810. While it is easy enough to date the birth of Rockefeller's father, teams of frazzled reporters would one day exhaust themselves trying to establish the date of his death.
As a farmer and businessman, Godfrey enjoyed checkered success, and his aborted business ventures exposed his family to an insecure, peripatetic life. They were forced to move to Granger and Ancram, New York, then to Great Barrington, before doubling back to Livingston, New York. John D. Rockefeller's upbringing would be fertile with cautionary figures of weak men gone astray. Godfrey must have been invoked frequently as a model to be avoided. By all accounts, Grandpa was a jovial, good-natured man but feckless and addicted to drink, producing in Lucy an everlasting hatred of liquor that she must have drummed into her grandson. Grandpa Godfrey was the first to establish in John D.'s mind an enduring equation between bonhomie and lax character, making the latter prefer the society of sober, tight-lipped men in full command of their emotions.
The Rockefeller records offer various scenarios of why Godfrey and Lucy packed their belongings into an overloaded Conestoga wagon and headed west between 1832 and 1834. By one account, the Rockefellers, along with several neighbors, were dispossessed of their land in a heated title dispute with some English investors. Another account has an unscrupulous businessman gulling Godfrey into swapping his farm for allegedly richer turf in Tioga County. (If this claim was in fact made, it proved a cruel hoax.) Some relatives later said that Michigan was Godfrey's real destination but that Lucy vetoed such a drastic relocation, preferring the New England culture of upstate New York to the wilds of Michigan.
Whatever the reason, the Rockefellers reenacted the primordial American rite of setting out in search of fresh opportunity. In the 1830s, many settlers from Massachusetts and Connecticut were swarming excitedly into wilderness areas of western New York, a migration that Alexis de Tocqueville described as "a game of chance" pursued for "the emotions it excites, as much as for the gain it procures." The construction of the Erie Canal in the 1820s had lured many settlers to the area. Godfrey and Lucy heaped up their worldly possessions in a canvas-topped prairie schooner, drawn by oxen, and headed toward the sparsely settled territory. For two weeks, they traveled along the dusty Albany-Catskill turnpike, creeping through forests as darkly forbidding as the setting of a Grimms' fairy tale. With much baggage and little passenger space, the Rockefellers had to walk for much of the journey, with Lucy and the children (except William, who did not accompany them) taking turns sitting in the wagon whenever they grew weary. As they finally reached their destination, Richford, New York, the last three and a half miles were especially arduous, and the oxen negotiated the stony, rutted path with difficulty. At the end, they had to lash their exhausted team up a nearly vertical hillside to possess their virgin sixty acres. As family legend has it, Godfrey got out, tramped to the property's peak, inspected the vista, and said mournfully, "This is as close as we shall ever get to Michigan." So, in a memorial to dashed hopes, the spot would forever bear the melancholy name of Michigan Hill.
Even today scarcely more than a crossroads, Richford was then a stagecoach stop in the wooded country southeast of Ithaca and northwest of Binghamton. The area's original inhabitants, the Iroquois, had been chased out after the American Revolution and replaced by revolutionary army veterans. Still an uncouth frontier when the Rockefellers arrived, this backwater had recently attained township status, its village square dating from 1821. Civilization had taken only a tenuous hold. The dense forests on all sides teemed with game-bear, deer, panther, wild turkey, and cottontail rabbit-and people carried flaring torches at night to frighten away the roaming packs of wolves.
By the time that John D. Rockefeller was born in 1839, Richford was acquiring the amenities of a small town. It had some nascent industries-sawmills, gristmills, and a whiskey distillery-plus a schoolhouse and a church. Most inhabitants scratched out a living from hardscrabble farming, yet these newcomers were hopeful and enterprising. Notwithstanding their frontier trappings, they had carried with them the frugal culture of Puritan New England, which John D. Rockefeller would come to exemplify.
The Rockfellers' steep property provided a sweeping panorama of a fertile valley. The vernal slopes were spattered with wildflowers, and chestnuts and berries abounded in the fall. Amid this sylvan beauty, the Rockfellers had to struggle with a spartan life. They occupied a small, plain house, twenty-two feet deep and sixteen feet across, fashioned with hand-hewn beams and timbers. The thin soil was so rocky that it required heroic exertions just to hack a clearing through the underbrush and across thickly forested slopes of pine, hemlock, oak, and maple.
As best we can gauge from a handful of surviving anecdotes, Lucy ably managed both family and farm and never shirked heavy toil. Assisted by a pair of steers, she laid an entire stone wall by herself and had the quick-witted cunning and cool resourcefulness that would reappear in her grandson. John D. delighted in telling how she pounced upon a grain thief in their dark barn one night. Unable to discern the intruder's face, she had the mental composure to snip a piece of fabric from his coat sleeve. When she later spotted the man's frayed coat, she confronted the flabbergasted thief with the missing swatch; having silently made her point, she never pressed charges. One last item about Lucy deserves mention: She had great interest in herbal medicines and home-brewed remedies prepared from a "physic bush" in the backyard. Many years later, her curious grandson sent specimens of this bush to a laboratory to see whether they possessed genuine medicinal value. Perhaps it was from Lucy that he inherited the fascination with medicine that ran through his life, right up to his creation of the world's preeminent medical-research institute.
By the time he was in his twenties, William Avery Rockefeller was already a sworn foe of conventional morality who had opted for a vagabond existence. Even as an adolescent, he disappeared on long trips in midwinter, providing no clues as to his whereabouts. Throughout his life, he expended considerable energy on tricks and schemes to avoid plain hard work. But he possessed such brash charm and rugged good looks-he was nearly six feet tall, with a broad chest, high forehead, and thick auburn beard covering a pugnacious jaw-that people were instantly beguiled by him. This appealing façade, at least for a while, lulled skeptics and disarmed critics. It wasn't surprising that this nomad did not accompany his parents on their westward trek to Richford but instead drifted into the area around 1835 in his own inimitable fashion. When he first appeared in a neighboring hamlet, he quickly impressed the locals with his unorthodox style. Posing as a deaf-mute peddler selling cheap novelties, he kept a small slate with the words "I am deaf and dumb" chalked across it tied by a string to his buttonhole. On this slate, he conversed with the locals and later boasted how he exploited this ruse to flush out all the town secrets. To win the confidence of strangers and soften them up for the hard sell, he toted along a kaleidoscope, inviting people to peer into it. During his long career as a confidence man, Big Bill always risked reprisals from people who might suddenly unmask his deceptions, and he narrowly escaped detection at the home of a Deacon Wells. The deacon and his daughter, a Mrs. Smith, pitied the poor peddler who knocked on their door one Saturday and sheltered him in their home that night. The next morning, when they invited him to church, Big Bill had to resort to some fancy footwork, for he always shied away from crowds where somebody might recognize him and expose his imposture. "Billy told [the deacon] in writing that he liked to go to church, but that his infirmity caused him to be stared at, so that he was abashed and would not go," recalled a townsman. "He really feared that he might be exposed by someone." Seven months later, after the deacon and Big Bill had both moved to Richford, Mrs. Smith spotted the erstwhile deaf-mute at a social gathering and marveled at his miraculous recovery of speech. "I see that you can talk better than when I saw you last," she said. Big Bill smiled, unfazed, his bravado intact. "Yes, I'm somewhat improved." When he arrived in Richford, the local citizens immediately got a taste of his fakery, for he wordlessly flashed a slate with the scribbled query, "Where is the house of Godfrey Rockefeller?"
Since he usually presented false claims about himself and his products, Bill worked a large territory to elude the law. He was roving more than thirty miles northwest of Richford, in the vicinity of Niles and Moravia, when he first met his future wife, Eliza Davison, at her father's farmhouse. With a flair for showmanship and self-promotion, he always wore brocaded vests or other brightly colored duds that must have dazzled a sheltered farm girl like Eliza. Like many itinerant vendors in rural places, he was a smooth-talking purveyor of dreams along with tawdry trinkets, and Eliza responded to this romantic wanderer. She was sufficiently taken in by his deaf-and-dumb humbug that she involuntarily exclaimed in his presence, "I'd marry that man if he were not deaf and dumb." Whatever tacit doubts she might have harbored when she discovered his deceit, she soon succumbed, as did other women, to his mesmerizing charm.
A prudent, straitlaced Baptist of Scotch-Irish descent, deeply attached to his daughter, John Davison must have sensed the world of trouble that awaited Eliza if she got mixed up with Big Bill Rockefeller, and he strongly discouraged the match. In later years, Eliza Rockefeller would seem to be a dried-up, withered spinster, but in late 1836 she was a slim, spirited young woman with flaming red hair and blue eyes. Pious and self-contained, she was the antithesis of Bill and probably found him so hypnotic for just that reason. Who knows what gloom hung around her doorstep that was dispelled by Bill's glib patter? Her mother had died when Eliza was only twelve-she had dropped dead after taking a pill dispensed by a traveling doctor-and Eliza was raised by her older sister, Mary Ann, leaving Eliza deprived of maternal counsel.
On February 18, 1837, despite the express opposition of John Davison, this most improbable couple-Bill was twenty-seven, Eliza twenty-four-were wed at the home of one of Eliza's friends. The marriage was a favorite gossip item among the Richford townspeople, who tended to spy guile on Bill's part. Compared to the Davisons, the Rockefellers were poor country folk, and it is very likely that Bill was entranced by reports of John Davison's modest wealth. As early as 1801, the frugal Davison had acquired 150 acres in Cayuga County. In John D.'s words, "My grandfather was a rich man-that is, for his time he was counted rich. In those days one who had his farm paid for and had a little money beside was counted rich. Four or five or six thousand was counted rich. My grandfather had perhaps three or four times that. He had money to lend."
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Ron Chernow won the National Book Award in 1990 for his first book, The House of Morgan, and his second book, The Warburgs, won the Eccles Prize as the Best Business Book of 1993. His biography of John D. Rockefeller, Sr., Titan, was a national bestseller and a National Book Critics Circle Award finalist.
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At the outset Chernow makes it clear that he wants to cover more aspects of Rockefeller's life than are typically covered by other books which tend to focus on Rockefeller's business career. Chernow decries the lack of coverage of Rockefeller’s long retirement years for instance. Indeed in his book Chernow gets to Rockefeller's somewhat early retirement by about half way through the book. Chernow's other big goal, as stated at the outset, is to try to explain the seeming "contradictions" in Rockefeller's personality and his resultant actions.
In terms of covering much more of Rockefeller's life than his business career, Chernow definitely succeeds. Rockefeller's philanthropy takes up about as much space as his business career; Rockefeller's family is described in sometimes exquisite and sometimes excruciating detail; There is also a good deal of discussion of contemporaneous writings and feeling regarding Rockefeller.
In terms of Chernow's second big goal---to explain the "contradictions" in Rockefeller's personality, Chernow definitely hits a home run. Chernow describes how devoutly religious Rockefeller was from a very early age and how he always tried to act in accord with Baptist principles. Rockefeller regarded his business success as a sign that he was acting in God's favor. Rockefeller also felt he was merely meant to be a good steward with the money he earned: his primarily obligation was to give it away to help better the world. The third crucial belief in explaining Rockefeller's actions was that he did not see competition as inherently good. In fact, his early experience in the oil fields---and he was fortunate enough to be working very close to the first discoveries---led him to believe that competition was not good: it just led to overproduction, most businesses going bust and harm from this that could spill over into lenders. Thus, in Rockefeller's mind, he was on a mission to dominate the oil markets, and replace competition with co-operation. His success showed to him that God favored him likely because he would follow his Christian duty to give away the resultant wealth. A surprising fact, given this, is that Rockefeller regarded Standard Oil's contribution to the world of making oil and derived products widely and cheaply available as a far greater accomplishment that his charitable work.
Beyond his core beliefs, or more likely generating them, Chernow feels that Rockefeller's seemingly contradictory personality resulted from having parents who, in most ways, were quite opposite. Rockefeller's father was a literal frontier's conman reminiscent of those portrayed in The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn. Rockefeller's mother, by contrast, was a devout Baptist. Chernow sees Rockefeller's devotion to philanthropy, religion and family as arising from his mother's character and his ruthlessness in business as deriving from his father's anti-social aspects. Chernow mentions that pathological liars can miss out on great achievements they otherwise may be more capable of than most by getting caught up in their petty scams. Along these lines it is fascinating to think of Rockefeller and his conman father given that we now know that CEOs are more likely to exhibit "dark triad" traits than the general population. At the same time it is also hypothesized that personality disorders, such as anti-social personality disorder, run along a spectrum. In small amounts the traits are beneficial: e.g. a businessman pushing the rules as far as they will go but stopping just shy of going over. It is when they occur in too extreme amounts that they are harmful.
Although Chernow's tales of Rockefeller's father make for exciting reading his other family members are rarely as interesting. Chernow, however, seems to be determined to devote space to all of them including in-laws. Thus all of Rockefeller's siblings are covered: all sisters and brothers in-law, all sons and daughters in-law, all children, and all grandchildren. In some places this coverage for the sake of completeness goes a little overboard: especially regarding in-laws. In some places, e.g. Edith Rockefeller, it can delve a bit into a gossipy/tabloid feel.
Rockefeller Jr receives by far the most coverage. Although some of it is downright embarrassing, Jr is ultimately portrayed as a man with weaknesses but overall, although not rising to the level of his father, a competent heir able to come through in the most critical times and, in some cases, e.g. being able to acknowledge mishandling of the Ludlow Massacre, exceeding him. Overall Senior is portrayed as an extremely loving man devoted to his family. In the case of his brother Frank this was even despite the fact that Frank had grown to hate him, openly worked with his enemies against him, all while still maintaining a huge sense of entitlement to some of his brother's money.
In terms of philanthropy, Chernow portrays it as ultimately consuming even more of Rockefeller's energies and worries than did Standard Oil. Chernow describes how Rockefeller wanted to affect the greatest good by supporting the most fundamental issues: for example lack of quality education for black people in the South and a lack of quality medical research facilities in the United States. Chernow describes how Rockefeller's goal was to create entities which would survive his death and exist long into the future. Chernow's coverage here is excellent. With the exception of going into a little too much detail about the founding of the University of Chicago it did not suffer the problem of coverage just for the sake of completeness that coverage of Rockefeller's family did at times.
Overall Rockefeller is portrayed as an extremely and genuinely kind man who was genuinely modest in his dealings with people at all levels of society and always on guard for wealth harming his adherence to his Christian principles. Chernow has some anecdotes that are particularly successful in making this point. One anecdote is how Rockefeller, though he expected Junior to track every penny and never waste money, reacted when Junior had to inform him that he had lost $1 million dollars he did have in the stock market. The other describes Rockefeller's reaction to an employee, not knowing who he was, reacting to some exercise equipment that Rockefeller brought into the office.
Overall I rate the coverage of Rockefeller's life outside of Standard Oil as 5/5: in some cases rather tedious but still excellent overall. Unfortunately, beyond explaining how Rockefeller's ruthlessness in business arose without causing him to feel any contradictions with his Christian principles I did not feel that Chernow's coverage of Standard Oil was as strong as the rest of the book:
What seems to be the problem is that Chernow just takes it as a given that competition in business is a good thing as are anti-trust laws. A history book may not be the best place to get deep into an economic and ethical analysis but, although there is a consensus view that anti-trust laws are good in principle, it is by no means universally believed that the case is so axiomatic as to not require any discussion. I did not feel that Chernow did a good job of describing any net harm done by Standard Oil. Yes competition was suppressed but there is not enough detail or concrete examples to show how that was net detrimental to society. Standard Oil's anti-competitive practices did not seem to harm their innovativeness: new uses of petroleum products were constantly coming on the scene and Standard Oil could not and did not rest on its laurels. Rockefeller's perfectionism and desire to make as much money as possible to give away to charity would never have allowed for that.
After Rockefeller stepped away Standard Oil did raise prices on domestic oil products to offset price cuts they had to make to compete overseas. At the same time, however, a tariff limited foreign competitors' ability to compete with US oil producers so was the problem really Standard Oil or was it government intervention limiting competition? Ultimately, although it took time, people did find ways to compete with standard oil such that Chernow admits that the ultimate Supreme Court decision to break up Standard Oil was like closing the barn door after the horses had already escaped. Indeed, it seemed that Rockefeller ultimately paid nothing in the way of "punishment" for his business practices. Indeed the breakup probably ultimately benefitted him as new managers were now needed making the way for young folks with fresh ideas to come into the business.
Overall Chernow is supposedly emphasizing the "dual" character of Rockefeller and in the conclusion of the book thinks that maybe the good outweighed the bad and God may have allowed him into heaven. Presupposing the existence of a Christian God the case that it is even close does not seem to have been made. Indeed I thought the evidence presented showed that Standard Oil and its actions were clearly a net benefit to consumers with the added bonus that it was Rockefeller who ended up with the largest percentage of the money made in oil: If there had been more competition would his competitors have been as generous in philanthropy as he was? Chernow shows that Rockefeller was far and away the most generous philanthropist so the answer seems a clear "no".
The strongest case against Rockefeller's business practices seems to be that of food and supply store owners who were told to carry Standard Oil products exclusively otherwise they would face Standard Oil backed competitors selling food and supplies unrelated to oil at cost or even a loss to drive them out of business. This does, indeed, seem unfair, hence some residual questions after reading the book forms were: Is the feeling that a business practice is unfair sufficient to justify anti-trust laws preventing it? In the case of food and supply stores were they done great harm by being forced to carry only Standard Oil products? If the business practices were bad but resulted in a net benefit to society then is the typical argument for anti-trust laws turned on its head? Now there is right to fair competition even if that does not result in the greatest economic benefit to society whereas the argument generally seems to be that the right to do what you want with your own property and through contracts is limited if it does a great net harm to society or, in principle, could have even if did not occur in your particular case. A final question is: did the United States just get lucky with Rockefeller? If his and Standard Oil's existence does make a case against anti-trust laws is this just one data point that runs contrary to the others?
I went in to this biography with a preconceived notion of John D Rockefeller, Sr; I thought he was a greedy scoundrel who was more or less responsible for the state of modern medicine as we know it: specifically, “sick care” which involves treating symptoms with drugs that suppress and cause a myriad of other problems, rather than trying to get to the root cause and heal the patient. I believed, based on what I had heard, that he was not content with the billions he had made in Standard Oil and the railroads, and that the Flexnor Report of 1910 was his attempt to squash all competition and achieve a complete monopoly in medicine, too.
As I listened to the story of his very difficult upbringing, with a bigomist charlatan father who abandoned his mother and the family, I felt sorry for John. I admired his hard work and determination to pull himself up by his bootstraps and make something of himself despite his background, and his bent toward philanthropy even from an early age, when he had very little to give away. He was an extremely devout Baptist, with vision and conviction that God would prosper him not for his own sake, but so that he could be a blessing to the world. Of course his strict Baptist views had their down sides–he was a bit of a Pharisee, not only in his own life but in how he raised his family too–but Chernow convinced me that he was genuine.
As Chernow chronicled Rockefeller’s rise in the business world, the creation of Standard Oil, etc, I kept waiting for the turning point, when Rockefeller would turn “to the dark side.” I was confused when it just didn’t come. He was cutthroat, surely, and he did drive competitors out of business and form a decided monopoly–even though he did what he could to make it look like he hadn’t. He’d purposely allow a few little minor competitors to survive so that when accused of monopoly, he could point to them like a fig leaf and claim, “no I haven’t, see?” But, so far as I could tell, nothing he did was truly illegal. And meanwhile, he was always personally extremely generous. His terrible reputation seems to have stemmed almost entirely from a journalist with a personal vendetta against him because she blamed him for her father’s death, due to the father’s working conditions. Ida Tarbell published a series of exposes in a newspaper that captured the entire world’s attention, in a serial style like one of Charles Dickens’ novels. During that time, Rockefeller became one of the most hated men in the world. Some of what Tarbell wrote about him was true, but some were misleading “spin” and outright lies. I found myself sympathizing with Rockefeller and his family as the stress of this took its toll on their health.
Still, I waited to hear how Rockefeller became the founder of the monopoly of allopathic medicine, particularly since it was mentioned on several occasions that when he faced his own health challenges, he was partial to osteopathy, homeopathy, herbal medicine, and natural cures. It wasn’t until he was well into retirement that he ventured into the medical arena, and he did so as a philanthropist, not as a business venture. He also did not do so personally; his charitable giving had long become such a monumental undertaking that he hired Frederick T. Gates (no relation to Bill; I checked) to distribute his wealth and decide where the money should go. The focus on medicine was Gates’ idea. Gates, too, was the one who had a bone to pick with homeopathy; Rockefeller himself always preferred it and found himself overruled by his various boards when his own ventures helped to crush the chiropractic, osteopathic, and homeopathic colleges around the world. At the same time, I can almost see why that happened, and there was some justification for it. There was no standardization of medical learning, and many of the schools had very substandard education and little to no entrance requirements. The idea of requiring a certain standard seemed a good one. I suppose, like anything else, the question then becomes–who decides what those standards are? And what’s their incentive to do so? A good idea can easily be corrupted when men’s own self-interests get involved.
Ultimately, Chernow succeeded in changing my perspective on Rockefeller. I don’t see him as a villain anymore. I think he was a flawed man, of course, but he had many admirable qualities and he overcame a great deal of hardship both in his youth and later, when his wealth made it seem as though everyone wanted his pocketbook rather than himself. The way Chernow tells it, Rockefeller managed his extreme wealth and all the pitfalls that come with it better than most would have done, in a similar position.
My rating: ****1/2
Language: none
Violence: none
Sexual content: none
Political content: none
Top reviews from other countries
Took a month to complete reading this behemoth of a biography, but honestly it felt like I had never put the book down. There are some great stories to learn, including his dealings with the Vanderbilts and Andrew Carnegie.
You won't regret reading this one! :)
Reviewed in Brazil 🇧🇷 on May 30, 2023
However, the books suffers from two reasons, and thus the three stars. Firstly, the most interesting part of a self-made billionaire is how he got to be one. But this is told only suscinctly and in a handful of pages - we see John D Rockefeller as a trader in Ohio and ten pages later he is already an oil tycoon.
Secondly - and this is common in these "great lives" of Mr Chernow - once the main character retires, there's really not much to tell, and we have the sensation of the author's will to produce a large book, just for the sake of it. So we spend two hundred pages reading John Rockefeller's odd habits and routines, playing golf, travelling to Europe and doing all those things the American millionaires do when they retire, and which are not interesting at all. Add to this that his heir, John jr, is a far less interesting character. However, we're told what he likes and does and how many children he had. (This happens too in another good book by the same author, that one about the House of Morgan).
But again, the story is well told (if it could be much better 200 pages shorter). Also on the plus side, it is worth mention that it draws an excellent view on the American change of the Century, from the XIXth to the XXth, obviously, and a very worthy review of the American politics and society of those days.



















