I'm going to blog about it in a more substantial way later, but for now I thought I'd just note that my review of Bob Shrum's memoir No Excuses: Confessions of a Serial Camapaigner is up on The Washington Monthly's website. And, of course, it's also available in their print magazine:

Walking around Washington, D.C., telling people you’re reading Bob Shrum’s forthcoming memoir turns out to be a fantastic small-talk gambit. People are astounded, confused, sympathetic. Someone gave him a book deal? Who would read that? Who would buy it? Good questions, all. But none quite as good as the question of why Shrum wrote the book.

Read the rest.