In this hilarious, scathing, and passionate novel of politics gone haywire, Ev Ehrlich tells the story of an innocent in wonderland, of the woman he falls in love with, and of players, politicians, and panderers of all shapes and sizes. Here is a Washington as seen through the lens of a Twain, Heller, or Christopher Buckley, but with an insider's knowledge of just how outrageous -- and, thankfully, just how irrelevant -- the government can be.
The writing is kind of cheesy, but there are cutting, hilarious observations about the political animal, (wo)man. What bumped it from a 3 to 4 was an ending with a huge heart - a reminder of our roots, and where we can go:
"The point wasn't the range, but the home, wherever Americans were at home, no matter where it was, so long as they could make their homes in self-respect and peace, be it on the range or in the cities or the subdivisions. There was room under the sky for all of it, and if someday there was no more room, then America would build a bigger sky." (p.278)