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February 2004

Mother Spa Week

I'm not dead. Just busy. David's in Seattle (staying with my parents). He's been attending a library conference and will top it off with Potlatch.

A lot was being demanded of me recently. And so I decided, once David was on the plane, that this was Mother Spa Week. So in addition to holding down the fort by myself and finishing anthology permissions, I've been busy doing things like getting a massage, taking yoga classes, covering myself in Dead Sea mud , and soaking in baths spiked with elaborate concoctions.

Also, I've been drinking gallons of mineral water. There is a good web site,, about mineral water where you can check out what's actually in the stuff. I bought a case each of Gerolsteiner Sprudel (sparkling) and ÝFiji (still).

Tomorrow is my blogaversary and I am determined to put up a good solid post to commemorate the occasion. But meanwhile I've been busy smearing on honey. See you tomorrow!

American Dynasty and The Price of Loyalty

While I've been lying around recuperating, I read American Dynasty by Kevin Phillips. Last week, while getting over jet lag, I read Ron Suskind's The Price of Loyalty. Both are books on Bush by disgruntled republicans.

Of the two, the Suskind book is the more pleasurable read. (Also, the book's web site has some of the raw documents, presumably unavailable elsewhere. Brad DeLong is all over them.) Paul O'Neill is an engaging protagonist with a good story to tell. So although I found it a bit slow in the beginning, it picks up pace later. It answered some questions I'd had, like Was the administration really talking the stock market down early on? Answer: Yes. And the administration's gloom-and-doom economic prophet was Larry Lindsey, one of the book's antagonists, who would say anything to justify Bush's tax cut impulses.

Reading the Phillips book, I often had to go back and re-read the previous few paragraphs because I was no longer sure what he was talking about. In part this is because the book is organized by subject rather than chronologically, but it's also a stylistic issue. (It may also have something to do with reading the book while down with the flu.) It's probably a much easier read if you are already familiar with all the key players and events discussed. Phillips is not a natural-born story-teller.

If I had encountered American Dynasty as an unsolicited submission in my literary agency days, my reader's report would have said something like This is hot stuff, but the author really needs to work with a writer who knows how to tell a story. But I would have been wrong.

The most important thing to understand about Kevin Phillips is that he was one of Nixon's political strategists. Eric Bates, writing for Rolling Stone, describes him this way:

But Phillips is no left-wing demagogue. He's not only a lifelong Republican, he's also the guy who literally wrote the book that became the blueprint for the party's dominance of presidential politics. Phillips served as the chief political strategist for Richard Nixon in 1968, and, in The Emerging Republican Majority, he formulated the "Southern Strategy" that helped hand the White House to the GOP for a generation.

Phillips's intentions for the effect book need to be understood in this context. This is not a book which will bring an end to the Bush dynasty he describes. But rather it contains the background material and even strategic suggestions for any number of journalistic efforts which might.

The other important thing to understand about the Phillips book is that one can be absolutely sure that Viking's legal department went over it with a fine-toothed comb. Former President Bush threatened to sue St. Martin's Press to stop distribution of J.H. Hatfield's Bush bio Fortunate Son in October of 1999 which alleged that Bush was arrested for cocaine possession in 1972, but had his record expunged by a Republican judge in exchange for Bush's participation in a community service program. (St. Martin's did indeed stop distribution on the basis that Hatfield had a criminal record.) One can be sure that a book as potentially damaging as the Phillips would have brought a similar legal action if Phillips or the Viking legal department had left them the opportunity. (I do wonder what the legal department made Phillips take out. He lays most of the groundwork for a claim that George H. W. was the chief architect of Iran-Contra, but then doesn't come out and say it.)

Given the general themes of the book -- that the Bush family has a multigenerational involvement with nepotism, money-laundering, dubious arms trading, secrecy to the point of tampering with government records, financial entanglements with criminals and enemies of the US, etc. -- Phillips is perhaps well-served by his literary style. He presents longterm patterns of evidence which cannot be disposed of in a few news cycles. This is for him, after all, a game of strategy. I have the strong suspicion that he's saying a lot more than I understood and has laid quite a few landmines for the Bush family.

Although a lot of people like me are buying these books, I suspect I'm not really the audience. Although the books are sold for the general audience, the true core audience for these books is traditional republicans. I wonder how many disgruntled traditional republicans there are out there who didn't happen to write a book or get it published.

The Flights

Of course, I would like to treat you to a lavish trip report on Australia and New Zealand. But I also have a huge backlog of things I should have done over the past 3 weeks. So I'm going to deal will some small bits now. You may recall that I was concerned about the trip -- about how I was going to manage with ELizabeth on a long flight and other about other possibilities that had afflicted women travalling recently. In particular, I was concerend about US government requests that Quantas not allow passengers to "congregate" (i. e. line up) outside the restrooms on US-bound flights.

So here's what happened: Quantas is a terrific, child-friendly airline, esspacially when compared with US carriers. There was a wall-mounted bassinet for Elizabeth to sleep in, lapchild seatbelts, very helpful flight attendents, changing tables in some restrooms. The flight over went better than I could have hoped despite weather-related delays. My cold hit hard the night before I left. So while Elizabeth was over her ear infections and was not bothered by pressure changes, I was in agony. When we landed in LA, I lost most hearing in one of my ears to a pressure problem. It didn't return until the cabin was pressurized in the next leg of the flight.

The Quantas section of the return flight was also very good. To get to the plane we had to clear security twice -- once in the usual place. And there was a second layer of security at the gate. I'm not sure if this was New Zealand-style air security or whether it was an accomodation that had been reached with the US government so pilots didn't have issue non-sensical commands to the passengers.

In LA, we changed to American Airlines. Like most US carriers, they were not particularly child-friendly. (in their defence, the 2 previous flights to JFK had been cancelled and so our flight was completely fiull, and many of the passengers were irritable.) This time passengers WERE instructed not to "congregate." When the time came to head for the restroom, I went ahead and congregated anyway, standing near several people for my turn.

No one stopped me.

Back from Summer

I'm back. I haven't slept in about 34 hours, so don't expect much bright snd early tomorrow.

As our plane landed at JFK this evening, David said "It's noon tomorrow in Auckland." And I said, "And it's summer, too."