Nobody can accuse James Carville, the strategist for Bill Clinton's 1992 presidential campaign, of hiding his feelings. "You know something? I don't like Ken Starr. I don't like one damn thing about him. I don't like his politics. I don't like his sanctimony. I don't like his self-piety. I don't like the people he runs with...." And longtime Carville observers know that his dislike's been brewing since Starr was appointed to the independent prosecutor's office back in 1994 by a crony of ultraconservative Senator Jesse Helms to look into alleged financial misconduct on the part of Bill and Hillary Clinton in the Whitewater case.
Carville piles on the evidence for his argument that Starr, with his partisan politics and numerous conflicts of interest, should never have been let anywhere near Whitewater, let alone allowed to pry into the personal relationship that Clinton had with Monica Lewinsky in the mid-'90s. And he stands by his man, commenting, "In my mind, an indiscretion here and an indiscretion there will never amount to a tenth of cruelty." Even those who can't stand Carville's relentless style--who else would have the nerve to ask "What the heck is [Bill Bennett] talking about? Has he completely lost his mind?"--will be hard-pressed to refute the multiple charges of abuse of prosecutorial power. And this is dang sure the only book about the Clinton controversies that includes a mouthwaterin' recipe for brisket.
"...And the Horse He Rode in On" doesn't pretend to be anything other than it is: a full-throttle partisan critique, a loud cry of "foul play!" -- The New York Times Book Review, Jonathan Lear