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Politics : GOPwinger Lies/Distortions/Omissions/Perversions of Truth -- Ignore unavailable to you. Want to Upgrade?

To: J_F_Shepard who wrote (121706)	4/28/2008 6:44:25 PM
From: Jane4IceCream	Read Replies (2) \| Respond to of 173976

That will be the day they find an oil gusher in your pants. Jane

To: J_F_Shepard who wrote (121706)	4/28/2008 10:18:11 PM
From: Hope Praytochange	Read Replies (1) \| Respond to of 173976

After Life in White House, No Place Feels Like Home By JANET MASLIN Published: April 28, 2008 Biographical reporting has as much to do with selection and emphasis as it does with the unearthing of raw data. So the way that Carol Felsenthal, in her book about Bill Clinton’s post-presidential life, describes a 2006 newspaper editors’ convention is revealing. This was an event at which the former president spoke pro bono, was warmly received and delighted listeners by ignoring his handlers’ advice that he keep the appearance brief. Packaged with a particularly hangdog picture of the ex-president on its cover, this book explores loaded subjects like Mr. Clinton’s last-minute pardons, imperiled legacy, flashy new billionaire friends and business connections. It’s a book with chapter headings like “It’s Monica, Stupid!” and “Philanderer in Chief.” Given the relative dearth of book-length reporting on Mr. Clinton’s suburban years, Ms. Felsenthal does have a worthwhile opportunity. A postpresidency is of great historical interest, none more so than that of Theodore Roosevelt, whose struggle with life out of the limelight was part of Ms. Felsenthal’s inspiration for “Clinton in Exile.” And while no two postpresidencies are alike, she presents Mr. Clinton’s as more like Roosevelt’s than that of Jimmy Carter. “Bill Clinton found the prospect of looking to Jimmy Carter totally unattractive,” she writes. Mr. Clinton, she says, envies Mr. Carter his Nobel Peace Prize. When Roosevelt left the White House, he embarked on the grand soul-searching adventure and publicity stunt of an African safari. But Mr. Clinton, according to this book, found himself marooned in Chappaqua, N.Y., staked out by reporters hoping to catch him walking Buddy, his dog. “So much thought had been given to Hillary’s life after the White House and so little thought to Bill’s,” Ms. Felsenthal writes of Mr. Clinton and his wife, the future senator and presidential candidate, “that he had not bothered to hire a postpresidency press secretary or to line up a staff.” Not surprisingly, “Clinton in Exile” cites examples of the nasty, unfounded news reports that the ex-president wanted to avoid. After a period of floundering and depression, about which “Clinton in Exile” eagerly speculates, the former president found his sea legs by establishing a Manhattan office in Harlem rather than Midtown, thus turning a public relations crisis into a bonanza. And he tapped into the money and adulation that came with speeches given overseas. “As the world came to accept him,” says a former finance chairman of the Democratic National Committee, Alan Solomont, “he stopped feeling sorry for himself.”