One morning in the summer of 2004, James Harding, now editor of The Times, found himself on the campaign trail in Troy, Ohio, part of a huge press pack following George W Bush on a whistlestop tour through the American heartland. While the reporters were tucking into a heaving fried chicken buffet, Karl Rove, the strategist nicknamed ‘Bush’s brain’, wandered over to say hello. During the idle chatter that followed, a Japanese reporter pointed at Rove’s case, bulging with documents and folders. ‘What’s in the bag?’ he asked. Rove laughed and put a protective hand on the bag. ‘Secret shit’, he said.

Literary Review

Aug 2008

Categories

Dominic Sandbrook

Get with the Programme

Goodbye to All That

Juicy QC

Big Game Hunter

The Curtain Falls

Rules for Literary Survival

In Congress

The Beat Goes On

Country House Don

Streets of Shame

All Change, Please

Go West

Regarding Henry

Little Boy From Germany

When the Lights Went Out

History of the Present

American Idol

Most Agreeable

Class of 1979

King Dubya

Busting the Myth

That Special Relationship

Dark Content

Soaked in 007