Political Fiction

In commenting on Christopher Lehmann's Washington Monthly essay, on the problem with American political fiction, Brad Plumer notes:

[M]aybe it's hard to write good political fiction because the real-life plots are so outlandish, and the characters so twisted, that there's no sense trying to top reality—any book that included Tom Coburn, Andy Card, and Michael Brown's Arabian Horse trade would be pretty quickly dismissed as a crude absurdity.

Ain’t that the truth?

Meanwhile, Ezra pulls something, which I haven’t yet identified as more humorous or scary, from the NY Post:

THEY'RE saying the President, spending inordinate time working on handling his multiple problems of Iraq, Supreme Court, Karl Rove, gas prices, sliding polls, economy, has begun rehearsing answers to questions that might come up at a press conference. More importantly, he's even watching reruns of "West Wing."

Rather convoluted, to be sure, but it seems that the current reality is that our president is learning how to do his job from a television show, making the truth both stranger than, and apparently informed by fiction.