More on the Civil War.
Reading American Brutus, a wonderful look at Booth and the Lincoln conspiracies.
The fellow who shot him was Boston Corbett, a very odd fellow indeed, which act brought him instant fame and adulation.
Why odd? Earlier in his life, to stifle (to say the least!) his lust for two whores, he scissored off his testicles. This is most decidedly going into my novel.
Also intriguing in the Booth book are excerpts from his diary on the run, wherein he laments that he fully expected to be hailed as a hero, another Brutus or Wilhelm Tell, for felling a tyrant. Instead, Lincoln is turned into a saint, and everyone wants his hide.
A very interesting story!