… the cast of characters in what is arguably the worst administration since Nixon’s strikes me as devoid of literary interest.
…is totally wrong. This cast of characters — Cheney, Rumsfeld, the Bushes — is full of literary interest! Reading Barry Werth’s 31 Days, it struck me how long and strange their story has been. And the cauldron of spite, idealism, conniving, and hubris that is Iraq: It’s tragedy in the deepest sense.
But this is not a confessional crowd, and that’s unlikely to change even after they’re out of office, so it is precisely the job of the modern novelist (as opposed to the journalist, or even the historian) to give us some insight into their psyches.
A good, honest, complicated psychological novel about George W. Bush? I would read that in a second.