Viking Penguin, 2003

In the summer of 1861, just a few months into the Civil War, Mary Boykin Chesnut wondered in her journal if anyone could say that they knew Robert E. Lee. “I doubt it,” she answered her own question. “He looks so cold and quiet and grand.” He looks cold and quiet and grand in one of the most familiar photographs of him, the one on the cover of this book, the one Mathew Brady took in Richmond four years later—just a week after Appomattox.