My Life by Bill Clinton
Reviewers have almost unanimously dismissed Bill Clinton’s mammoth book of memoirs as boring. It is easy to see why: much of it is an undigested mass of diary entries, apparently re-dictated without thought or reflection. Old speeches seem to have been pasted in randomly in the same manner.
And yet, if you gird yourself to read the book through, you keep stumbling across odd moments of revelation. Like this one: in the summer of 1971, young Bill Clinton had just taken an important political position as coordinator of Southern states for Senator George McGovern’s campaign for the Democratic presidential nomination. The trouble was that Clinton’s new girlfriend, Hillary Rodham, had accepted a summer job at a law firm in Oakland, California. So Clinton quit the campaign and headed west. “During the day when [Hillary] was at work,” he writes, “I walked all over the city, read books in the parks and coffee shops, and explored San Francisco.”
About the Author
David Frum is a fellow at the American Enterprise Institute and a columnist for National Review Online.