Slate is reporting early reviews of former president Bill Clinton’s book — My Life. Some good quotes from across the board in the snippet “My [Boring] Life“:
New York Times in “The Pastiche of a Presidency, Imitating a Life, in 957 Pages”:
“a hodgepodge of jottings” that’s “sloppy, self-indulgent and often eye-crossingly dull.”
The review ran as a front page item, which is rare for a book review. Are the editors at the Times trying to make a statement here or give a review?
In truth, it is hardly an edge-of-your-seat experience. Throughout its leisurely 957 pages, however, every facet of Clinton’s complex, nuanced and sometimes maddening personality is on display. He is by turns introspective and willfully obtuse, expansive and curt. One moment, he forces the reader on a joyless march through an arid policy debate.
The Associate Press was even more acidic in:
None of them comes alive, not even the main characters of this badly conceived, flatly written, poorly edited book. Not Hillary Rodham Clinton, who comes off as a cardboard saint who is said to be smart and tough and good. Not special prosecutor Kenneth Starr, the book’s villain, who comes off as pure evil – not really a human being at all, more of an incubus.
And not even Bill Clinton himself. Here is one of the most fascinating figures of his time, a charismatic and brilliant man – a fatherless boy who rose from humble beginnings to live, in his own words, “an improbable life” – and he has produced a book that lacks anything more than the most rudimentary insights. This master politician does not even offer a single good discussion of the art of politics.
My [Boring] Life [Slate]
The Pastiche of a Presidency, Imitating a Life, in 957 Pages [NY Times]