My brain feels like it’s caught in one of Nikola Tesla’s high-voltage experiments. In Logan on the way to Chicago, I finally picked up Bob Woodward’s State of Denial. I soured on Mr Watergate several books ago, but this one has gotten amazing raves from the likes of Peggy Noonan. I laughed when brilliant friends said they couldn’t read more than 5 or 10 pages at a crack, because of the intensity. Well, I joined that club. The saving grace: Carl Hiaasen has a new book, Nature Girl—which lives up to his insanely high standard. (Though I have many friends—e.g., my wife—who are turned off by brother Carl.) At any rate, Woodward on Iraq and Hiaasen on South Florida shenanigans is a jolt to the head. On the other hand, both stories are about equally surreal.
