by Sara Mayeux
I've noticed a funny thing in reading reviews of Decision Points: a wide variance in how far the reviewers go in treating the book as though it were actually written by George W. Bush.
There is something very modern, almost New Agey, and endearingly insecure, about the tone and posture the son adopts in "Decision Points." Even as he's bombing Baghdad back to the Stone Age, he's very much in touch with his feelings.
A dogged work of reminiscence by an author not naturally given to introspection, "Decision Points" lacks the emotional precision and evocative power of his wife Laura's book, "Spoken From the Heart," published earlier this year ... The prose in "Decision Points" is utilitarian, the language staccato and blunt.
Decision Points holds the same relation to George W. Bush as a line of fashion accessories or a perfume does to the movie star that bears its name; he no doubt served in some advisory capacity. The words themselves have been assembled by Chris Michel (the young speechwriter and devoted acolyte who went to Yale with Bush's daughter Barbara); a freelance editor, Sean Desmond; the staff at Crown Publishing (who reportedly paid $7 million for the book); a team of a dozen researchers; and scores of 'trusted friends'. Foucault: 'What difference does it make who is speaking?' 'The mark of the writer is ... nothing more than the singularity of his absence.'