I do not score Fight: Inside the Wildest Battle for the White House as a political book, any more than I currently score Charlie Stross’s Laundry novels as being horror. I know what genres their respective authors think their books are in, but I couldn’t help but treat Fight as one of the funniest books I’ll be reading this year. The horrified bafflement! The nigh-tangible sense of DOOM that flooded This Town! The inability to decide just which rodent-fornicator was the most rodent-fornicating of all! And the uncritical willingness of the authors to let each of their interviewees – on both sides – have at least one poisoned knife each, to use on a target of their choice!
Heart. Of. Stone.
#commissionearned
I am not sure what to write here the doesn’t cross the unwritten line about what’s appropriate now for this blog.
So without getting into content or opinions on it or related world events, nice comparison to Stross.
As I have noted elsewhere, and I think this does not offend Teh Ruelz™:
“Sometimes, there are no ‘good’ guys.”
Oh, they’re all awful.
Have you read “The White House Mess” by Chris Buckley?
It’s a parody of the “former administration insider tell-all” genre.
It’s brutally hilarious.
Highly recommend.
Too bad he lost his ear for satire. He used to be one of the best.
Is it like watching two people you don’t like fighting each other, and you just get to sit and be entertained by the sheer, hideous, brilliant spectacle of it all, or is it like that, but on a Boeing 737 at 32,000 feet, and you have a window seat?
More the first. Watching Joe Biden crash and burn like that was soothing, like aloe on the soul.