I have no intention of reading Bob Woodward’s latest novel Fear, although it’s creating quite a stir thanks to several salacious quotes already distributed widely.
Frankly, I’m still behind on Balzac, Dickens, Flaubert, Dostoevsky, Tolstoy, and such recently deceased moderns as Tom Wolfe and Phillip Roth to have much time for a Woodward.
Oh, but Woodward’s book is “journalism,” we are told, not a novel. These are the facts, ma’am. Or sir.
Or are they? Is is just bad fiction?