inner with the
Clintons was a lot of fun. Swordfish steaks with herb butter and capers.
Moet Chandon White Star champagne. Potatoes
Though there was a certain tension. Despite
her charisma, we got the feeling that Hillary was mad at Bill about something.
Chelsea had to act as a go-between.
After mousse and espresso with Baileys Irish
Cream, President Clinton started to open up to us, and tell us about his
favorite authors. Chelsea looked uncomfortable and tried to change the
subject but without success. Turns out that Clinton was big into Updike.
I couldnt think of anything to say, since I hate Updike. Clinton had
read almost every John Irving book. And he considered Raymond
Carver a genius. Scott tried to steer him onto the topic of DeLillo.
Clinton had read Iron John and it
clearly was an important text for him. Hillary excused herself. Franks
eyes were glazing over. Clinton was a big fan of thrillers as well, he
explained, citing Crichton, Clancy,
Grisham, Koontz. Dirk looked at his watch. Chelsea finished the Baileys,
hiccuped, and made a crack about a book called Chicken Soup for the
Chief Executives Soul. Bill looked hurt but defiant. For a second
I thought he was going to go get his Bible.
But Frank pulled out a copy of The Unknown and saved the evening
with a dynamic reading of Rettbergs A Fine Day. Hillary
came back and we ended up having a great time, downing a full seven
bottles of champagne.