His chief consigliere in this fight was Miller, an unlikely power in a White House brimming with outsized personalities. Rail thin, with an angular face, and still only thirty-three years old, he had a way of staying in the shadows while turning the gears of government in the direction he favored. To his critics, and there were many, he looked the part of a sinister movie villain. Vanity Fair decided that he was a shoo-in if there were ever a race for “World’s Biggest Bastard,” and an unsympathetic biographer titled her book on him Hatemonger.[8]
