Hillary Rodham Clinton gives one of the year’s Great Performances
Senator Clinton, how do you do it? With critics crying that you weren’t worth the price tag, you scored an $8 million advance for your book Living History. You filled up 562 pages – delivering more a political mission statement than a humanizing memoir – and somehow avoided any intimate revelations about your cheating husband. You got yourself a couple of sensible suits, blanketed almost every media outlet available – curtly deflecting probing personal questions – and readers still elected you to No. 1 on the New York Times best-seller list. The sweet frosting on a shoe-shaped cake came when conservative political pundit Tucker Carlson boasted that he’d eat his loafers if your book passed the million mark. (You fed him his just desserts.) Now a million and a half copies later, you’ve shored up publisher Simon & Schuster’s trembling bottom line, scored a Grammy nod with the audiobook, earned yourself a nice bit of bank, and escaped with your dignity intact. Today the best-seller lists, tomorrow the world.