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Buckley Book Boffo


The reviews are coming in for Chris Buckley’s new Washington satire, Supreme Courtship, and they are glowing. Yesterday’s New York Daily News review — ‘Supreme Courtship’ swings the vote — calls it  

“hillarious. . . . full of wry observations on the follies of Washington high life. What makes it laugh-out-loud funny is Buckley’s sense of how little you have to exaggerate to make Washington seem absurd.”

And today’s New York Times gives Supreme Courtship a big thumbs up:

Once again, Buckley returns to his pet theme: the vanity and perfidy of the capital’s ruling elite. And once again he delivers serious insights along with antics. . . .   Buckley lampoons as an insider. A onetime speechwriter for George H. W. Bush, he knows the monograms on the linens and has supped with kings. But he’s more an anthropologist than a settler of scores. His own ­libertarian-leaning politics shine through his narratives without weighing them down. And he’s admirably fair-minded, skewering politically correct crusaders on one page and holy-rolling bigots on the next. His villains are Washington’s ideologues, left and right, whose principles always boil down to self-regard. Buckley’s heart belongs to the outsiders, outcasts and mavericks who see through all the spin. Each of his novels may be as light as air, but bit by bit they’re building up into a significant social portrait, the beginnings of a vast Comédie-Washingtonienne.