Isikoff’s excellent review seals it. After reading Andrew Sullivan’s review I was still mildly interested in reading the Blumenthal book. But Isikoff demonstrates exactly why I won’t. Sure, if I had a copy sitting here, I’d leaf through the index to see what he says about things and people I know, but ultimately I served my time on that front and don’t want any more to do with it.

As many know, I had more than a passing involvement with all of that. I have no apologies and few regrets about any of it, but I’m also sick of it. It has no appeal to me. I consider Blumenthal an irredeemable liar — much like his deities, the Clintons. The idea of plowing through 800 pages of spin and self-congratulation, even to debunk it, gives me the (slick) willies.