Kamala Harris’s tale of terror, 107 Days, finally hits stores today, and the reviews are already in: Her career as a politician is over, and her career as an author doesn’t seem terribly promising either.
For those who have forgotten — and don’t we all wish we could — 107 Days documents America’s real-life political psychotic break last year, from the perspective of its chief instigator. (Sort of like remaking the recent film Weapons from the point of view of the witch.) I want to emphasize that I have not read it myself, and never for a moment considered doing so. Like nearly every political memoir nowadays, 107 Days is a book designed to be read via extended excerpt and news summary, not purchased — leave that for journalists who can expense the $30 later, and people like me who are hoping to score an autographed copy when she arrives in Chicago in October for her book tour.
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