Election Season Reading: Supreme Court Nomination

Election Season Reading: Supreme Court Nomination

Advise and Consent*

By Allen Drury

Prez nominates. Staunch

opponents. No one will stop.

Soon, a good man dies.

*This book is actually about a Cabinet Secretary appointment, but the process is similar. 

Election Season Reading

Election Season Reading

Every election is alike; each election season is unique in its own tawdry way. There are, inevitably, reports of scandal and national service, reputations made and destroyed, and political blunders galore. This election, though, is different from any I’ve seen before.

This year, there’s a supreme court nomination in play.

This year, there’s a candidate with no political experience – whose policies are based on fascist theory and belief.

This year, a registered Independent – and self-described democratic socialist – is a mainstream candidate.

While this election is a three-ring circus the likes of which I’ve never seen, other people have seen it before. Rather, authors have imagined all of these scenes before. Novels – from last century as well as last year – have played out the political chaos known as an election from every angle. So, as I gear up for my Primary Election – and the rest of you get ready for the General Election – let’s learn from our literary political past to face our all too real future.

Bad Book in Good Clothing

Bad Book in Good Clothing

I don’t care what I’m wearing – so why would I care about a fictional character’s clothing? Books that name-drop clothing labels indicate that their primary concern is something other than the content. There many be exceptions to that rule, but the vast majority of such novels read like a poor-man’s version of People magazine – without the drama.

Sentences which would automatically exclude a book from being recommended are ones which are interchangeable with this: “She walked in wearing Lanvin’s last-season brocade jade gown with the swooping neckline and 4-inch Ivanka Trump stilettos in a complimentary burgundy.”

Authors who write sentences like that are desperately trying to be this year’s beach read. The writing might be good, but the plot will be formulaic and anemic while the characters are stilted. That last one might be because they’re too busy developing their couture closets to devote any time to developing their characters.

This is not to say that authors shouldn’t mention clothing. Sometimes the clothing is as much a part of the plot as the setting itself. Such as; “Everyone at Joe’s funeral remarked on Fred’s sharp suit, the first thing they’d seen him in that didn’t look like it had been fished out a dumpster then worn to the all-day cock fights down in the Meatpacking District. Curiosity getting the better of him, Bill wandered over to where Joe was standing, as far from the open coffin as he could get. ‘Where’d you get the threads?’ he asked, as he handed Fred a drink. Fred nodded toward the corpse, which was unattended for what seemed to be the first time that day. ‘Figured he wouldn’t object,’ he said coolly.”

The clothing doesn’t make the man. It can’t make the book either.