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...back home to Austin. She has continued to advise the President on an ad hoc, part-time basis. Now she has begun a gradual re-entry into the whirlwind of full-time presidential politics. Her first conspicuous move is the launch this week of Ten Minutes from Normal, a memoir of a decade spent as George W. Bush's spokeswoman and alter ego. For the White House, the blitz of publicity accompanying the book's publication couldn't come at a better time. Bush aides are counting on Hughes' hagiographic portrait of the President as a near flawless leader...
First off is the feminist travel memoir Sand in My Bra and Other Misadventures, edited by Jennifer Leo. Indicative of the tone of the collection, titles for the writers’ narratives range from the angsty feminist “Pissed off in Nepal” to the sexually naive “Prude in Patpong.” One woman told of downing tequila shots until dawn with dreadlocked Aboriginals in the Outback while others recount less unconventional tales of European vacations and camping trips. Writer Lori Mayfield discusses diarrhea on safari, while Dr. Jane Wilson-Howarth instructs readers...
...nothing but relief,” he writes. “I wrapped the leather around my neck. It felt cold and slightly sticky, but I did not jerk from it. I felt out of my body.” Given the strident title of Blair’s memoir, it’s hard not to view this scene as a potent self-lynching. Indeed, while the veracity of Blair’s account is necessarily dubious, he is still a talented writer: his memoir often succeeds even as fiction...
...while Blair purports to set his narrative in the larger framework of the black experience, as a work of African-American studies, his memoir is largely vapid. Most incredulously, he refers incorrectly to Ralph Ellison’s Invisible Man three times, adding an article to the title and therefore inadvertently—and inexcusably—alluding to H.G. Wells’ The Invisible...
Blair’s more substantial allegations of misdeeds at the Times—including a serious charge of widespread dateline fraud—are not likely to raise the right eyebrows, given the source. But Blair’s memoir, though doomed from the start, is a surfeit of fascinating concepts and compelling narrative which displays the talent that once served him so well at The Times. Too bad, then, that the author is unemployed—and unbelievable...