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There's nothing for improving a satirist's form like having a good target. Case in point:
New Yorker regular Trillin, whose earlier verse sampler,
Deadline Poet (1994), was mostly less amusing than last year's political cartoons. The present presidential administration, led as it is by the least articulate politician in living memory (as Trillin notes, "W" is no Dan Quayle), seems heaven sent for satire, however, and Trillin rises to its benison. In 12 topical sections, each including a prose page of "backgrounding," as the bureaucrats say, he offers couplets, quatrains, and songs on the Bush-Cheney ticket (remember that movie
The Nanny?); the 2000 campaign; the "supporting cast" (from Ashcroft to Boykin to Powell); the administration's corporate-criminal and lobbyist pals; and the many facets of the War against Terrorism, Saddam Hussein, the Axis of Evil, . . . whatever. Trillin so wryly yet accurately reflects the deep feelings of so many Americans that his rhymes may come to constitute a critical introduction for students of these times.
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Book Description
Does the Bush Administration sound any better in rhyme? In this biting array of verse, it at least sounds funnier. Calvin Trillin employs everything from a Gilbert and Sullivan style, for describing George Bush’s rescue in the South Carolina primary by the Christian Right (“I am, when all is said and done, a Robertson Republican”), to a bilingual approach, when commenting on the President’s casual acknowledgment, after months of trying to persuade the nation otherwise, that there was never any evidence of Iraqi involvement in 9/11: “The Web may say, or maybe Lexis-Nexis / If
chutzpa is a word they use in Texas.”
Trillin deals not only with George W. Bush but with the people around him—Supreme Commander Karl Rove and Condoleezza (Mushroom Cloud) Rice and Nanny Dick Cheney (“One mystery I’ve tried to disentangle: / Why Cheney’s head is always at an angle . . .”) The armchair warriors Trillin refers to as the Sissy Hawk Brigade are celebrated in such poems as “Richard Perle: Whose Fault Is He?” and “A Sissy Hawk Cheer” (“All-out war is still our druthers— / Fiercely fought, and fought by others.”).
Trillin may never be poet laureate—certainly not while George W. Bush is in office—but his wit and his political insight produce what has been called “doggerel for the ages.”