Harpaz gives a trenchant reporter’s-eye view of the candidate, her political machine, and her prospective voters—from skeptical to blindly enthusiastic—across New York state. Woven into this anecdote-packed account is the author’s struggle to meet the demands of family while bouncing from press conference to town-hall meeting to televised debate for nearly two years. “Why are you so late?” Harpaz’s son demands when she’s delayed picking him up one day. “Only Hillary,” she deadpans to the reader, “could highlight the child-care crisis in America while simultaneously causing a child-care crisis in my life.”
Some of the funniest parts of the book depict dead-on Hillary imitations among reporters on the beat. Here’s how to nod your head like the former first lady when she was listening on her famed Listening Tour: “Without ever blinking your eyes, you bring your chin way up, so that your neck is painfully extended, then you slowly drop it way down to your chest, then you move your head an inch to the left or the right and repeat—sort of like those velvet dogs you sometimes see on taxi dashboards.”
It’s the kind of punch-drunk accuracy with which high-school students can nail their teacher, or employees their boss. They’ve earned the right.