The book, which weighs in at more than 950 pages, is sloppy, self-indulgent and often eye-crossingly dull � the sound of one man prattling away, not for the reader, but for himself and some distant recording angel of history.
Who could have thought that Clinton would do this? Clinton self-indulgent? No, can’t be!
In fact, “My Life” reads like a messy pastiche of everything that Mr. Clinton ever remembered and wanted to set down in print; he even describes the time he got up at 4 a.m. to watch the inaugural ceremonies for Nigeria’s new president on TV. There are endless litanies of meals eaten, speeches delivered, voters greeted and turkeys pardoned.
This really doesn’t come as a surprise to us here at FJRP. Infact, we had predicted that this would be the case w/ Clinton’s book.
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