Hillary Clinton’s State Department memoir, Hard Choices, has just come out, and who among us can contain their excitement?
Not Mike Allen, author of the incestuously insider Politico column “Playbook.”
In Monday’s installment, he began, “Welcome to Hillary Week!”
But the exclamation point was ironic, for Allen immediately dropped what he calls a “truth bomb”: “Hard Choices is a newsless snore, written so carefully not to offend that it will fuel the notion that politics infuses every part of her life. In this book, like in ‘The Lego Movie’ theme song, everyone is awesome!”
Such truth bombs seem to be going off everywhere. In Slate magazine (hardly an anti-Clinton fever swamp), John Dickerson declares that “Clinton’s account is the low-salt, low-fat, low-calorie offering with vanilla pudding as the dessert. She goes on at great length, but not great depth.”
“It feels like a lively textbook,” Dickerson adds, presumably to soften the blow.
The Washington Post ran an item on how much the book weighs: 2.4 pounds.
Have some sympathy for Clinton. She is an accomplished woman, but writing an exciting book about her unremarkable tenure as secretary of state would be hard enough. Doing so without throwing the president under the bus and telling tales out of school is simply impossible.
This is because Clinton is not an exciting person. Yes, many people are excited about her, favorably and unfavorably. Yes, she is at the center of many hot cultural and political controversies. But beneath all that, she’s a remarkably dull figure.