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256 pages, Hardcover
First published January 1, 2018
The gall of marketing and printing this novel says something about the publisher. Having read the published excerpts; Spicer's "memoir" is nothing more than a rationalizing puff-piece meant to pat himself on the back and siphon sympathy from those he has lied to every day for 182 days. This would be laughable if he had not been advancing a foreign adversary's goals in threatening our democracy for a form of corporate fascism. Moreover, he seems to think that his "memoir" can and will compete with Comey's A Higher Loyalty: Truth, Lies, and Leadership.
Naturally it does nothing of the sort. It is endless drivel and propaganda that simultaneously rationalizes and justifies Spicer's lies day after day. There is always a reason for this mistake. There is always an explanation for this bold-faced lie. There is always a justification for this manipulation, this disrespect to the first amendment. We are meant to sympathize with him and understand his "misery." How do we accomplish this exactly? When he chose to go out there and spew lies because he loved the money and/or is a partisan hack? Was it too soul-crushing to simply acknowledge rising hate crimes by white-supremacists/Neo-Nazis?
Are we supposed to ignore lie after lie in support of a compromised and illegitimate president? Where must our sympathy lie as human beings? With the children being abused in ICE detention centres, or with a press-secretary's regret long after elapsed payment demands manifested for his Faustian deal?
Is it even possible to count the innumerable lies? Lies told with such confidence and disdain for the First Amendment? And now, he expects those same First Amendments defenders to support his decision to "speak out?" Essentially we are supposed to accept that he was simply doing what he was told. Where have we heard that before?
The entire novel is a farce, too shameful to even sort into the fiction genre; a fiction where Spicer has a conscience and felt the crushing misery of somehow choosing the position of being the White House Press Secretary, and one where he did it with honour and dignity. A fiction where he is an American hero for resigning because he couldn't take it anymore. A fiction where his actions have no consequences and people have forgotten his complicity. What alternative facts.
He is attempting to accomplish two simple things here: (1) salvage his career by attempting to walk back that complicity in what has been slowly turning into a Kafkaesque, fascist nightmare; (2) make some money off the poor idiots that will swallow his hogwash. One of the printed reviews is by Sean Hannity; he purports this book as the "must read book of the year." Perhaps you can request it from your prison cell, Hannity.
Unironically, the other review is by illegitimate and compromised president Donald J Trump telling us to really go and get it [this book]. How presidential, how elegant; may I recommend Nineteen Eighty-Four or Fahrenheit 451 instead, Mister Minority President?