I'm re-reading A Long Row of Candles (Cyrus Sulzberger, 1969, Macmillan); I read it several years ago, and need to refresh the memory, as it's a very long book, more than a thousand pages.
It's mostly the reminescences of a journalist (distantly related to the New York Times) circa 1932-1954. The first quarter of the book is really big on eastern European stuff, and hence interesting, but if memory serves me right from the last time I read it, the last half is really boring, about playing golf and bridge with Eisenhower in Paris and after becoming president, Washington, D.C.