How soon they've forgotten about her Hard Choices book-debacle.
People lost jobs at publisher;
Simon & Schuster for paying her all the upfront-money and overestimating distribution. Sales dropped 43%
the second week, from only 85,000 copies sold the first week. With rumours of clinton-cheerleaders buying 10-or-so copies themselves, to boost sales-figures.
Stores were stuck clearing valuable shelf-space for a book that nobody was interest in buying. There were people fired from
Costco, if I'm not mistaken, for refusing to offer a book that consumers were actually demanding: America, by Dinesh D'Souza... because they convinced
Costco to clear all shelf-space for Hard Choices.
I think it was
The New Yorker who called it a 'coffee-table decoration'.
596-pages... 'perfect weight for throwing at your husband'... from the best review I remember at the time:
http://www.telegraph.co.uk/culture/books/bookreviews/10911623/Hard-Choices-by-Hillary-Rodham-Clinton-review-a-calculating-tome.htmlI'm surprised it hasn't been 'buried'. It's classic.
Even the book’s title seems to have been chosen for maximum dullness because to be witty or provocative would be proof that Clinton, being female, was essentially unserious. (A reader competition in the Washington Post came up with the much tarter: “The Scrunchie Chronicles: 112 Countries and It’s Still All About My Hair.”) Not for Hillary the wry, retrospective chuckle over some work prank or a delicious bitchy jab at a ghastly colleague. On the contrary, every person Clinton has ever worked with, or possibly even met in the queue for the ladies’ room, is praised within these pages. How the eyelids begin to droop as yet another crop of Biffs, Jeds and Tanias is exalted for a remarkable contribution to public service, or for doing their job,
