How often do you agree with every word of a serious book, while laughing at three-minute intervals? This book is being referred to as a partisan attack on Kenneth Starr, as though "partisan" meant one-sided and unfair. It's neither. It is simply righteously angry (and regularly uproarious). Any fair-minded, decent human being ought to be just as outraged as Carville is by the expense of taxpayer dollars in a waste of shame that Mr. Starr's "investigation" became. In my name as a citizen of this country, a woman was put in jail for 18 months because she refused to *lie* to a grand jury. NOT because she refused to tell the truth, but because she refused to perjure herself. The tactics Mr. Starr used would have been morally questionable in prosecuting the mafia; used in a five-year investigation, not of a crime, but of a man, they were indefensible.
Carville marshalls his facts neatly, punctures his opponents' hypocrisy crisply, characterizes the cast of conspirators accurately, and is far more merciful to his enemies than they were to their enemy, or to the innocent citizens who got in the way of their witch hunt.
This is the compact version of the Whitewater expose that Gene Lyons and Joe Conason have given us in more detailed form. It takes exactly the right irreverent tone about an episode in this country's history that cloaked itself in impenetrable pomposity until the very last moment, when the OIC's report had to be turned in, and it was finally clear what the country had gotten for its money. It got a report in which sex is mentioned 543 times, and Whitewater twice.
It's factual, it's clear, it's funny, and it's right. Bet Mr. Starr wishes he could say any of that about the Starr Report.