Personal History by Katharine Graham

Although lauded for her journalistic integrity during the Watergate fallout, the late Katharine Graham is in fact not much of a hero, or for that matters, someone with particularly admirable traits. In her autobiography, she reminiscences the life of a daughter, a wife, a mother and a businesswoman overshadowed by and overly depended on the men surrounding her. She is constantly looking for a dominant male figure to take her under his wing. She has no strong intention to take the centerstage, not even in the thick of challenges. She's there only for the ride, and so it seems.

Despite a relentless name-dropping frenzy, Mrs Graham comes across surprisingly honest in her book. Her personality literally shines through the pages. She hasn't so much as trying to take undue credits for the Post's achievements (she makes it very clear she has little to do with exposing the Watergate scandal), and has laid bare her own weaknesses to the amusement of the readers (she admits she's eager to please, which is only too obvious, and is haunted by feelings of insecurity, despontency and underachievement).

A few anecdotes about several US Presidents are recounted, but nothing that will make you ooh and aah. Personal History is a well-written and intimate account of a fantastic and eventful life that was hardly the making of the protagonist. Not that surviving the life of a rich parent's daughter, a franatic and suicidal genius' wife and the head of a national media conglomerate anything close to easy, but Mrs Graham seems habitually taking the back seat as if she's a bystander. Success is almost handed over to her. After all, born right is all that matters, at least that's what I have in mind when I turned the last page.