Over at The Hill, Bernie Quigley notes a spate of similarly-titled apocalyptic tomes:
Several recent books see the end coming. John Birmingham’s “After America”: Fighter bombers rushing at us on the cover. You get the picture. Paul Starobin’s “After America: Narratives for the Next Global Age”: Planet of the Apes with nerds instead of apes. Be afraid. But not that afraid. Mark Steyn’s “After America: Get Ready for Armageddon”: Self-explanatory. Andrew Breitbart said, “May puke I’m so happy.” Meaning he liked it.
These books see America as an idea rather than a place because the authors don’t understand place and have probably never been to an American place they were inclined to stay in. They would get a rash in real places like Tobaccoville, N.C., Haverhill, N.H. or Luckenbach, Texas, where Waylon, Willie and the boys hang.
There are arguments to be made against my book, but that’s probably not the one to hang your hat on. As it happens, the Steyn global corporate headquarters are located in Haverhill, NH. (Woodsville is a quartier of the Town of Haverhill.) My Corner posts are filed from Haverhill. My NR columns are filed from Haverhill. My fabulous hair for tonight’s O’Reilly Factor was coiffed by Amanda, my Haverhill hairdresser. I’ll be guest-hosting the Rush Limbaugh Show live from Haverhill this Friday, and, if Mr. Quigley cares to swing by the studio, I promise to do the show naked so he can observe that I have no rash.
Better luck next time, genius.