Review:
Around 1990
with The Nation in mind, the
pundit named Trillin
determined he was willin'
to mine politics' grapevine
and write verse on deadline.
His first inspiration was the sound of Sununu.
From there he lambasted, oh, who knew who:
A bachelor named Souter, a court nominee supreme,
Ron, George, and "SAD-dam," and gun nuts extreme;
Jesse and Mario, Bill, Bob, and Paul,
candidates and may-have-beens, one and all;
Bush, we're reminded, lost his lunch in Japan--
not nearly as horrifying as Quayle comma Dan.
Calvin, he thrills at the Texan Perot,
for the rhymingest name on the season's ballot.
The new era was Democrat, with Clinton and Gore.
One still has Bubba fat; the other's a bore.
No one escapes Trillin's sharp, sharp-honed wit,
Excepting the reader, for whom the laughs just don't quit.
From Kirkus Reviews:
The good, gray Trillin hangs up his prose pistols and rides forth as Poet in his seventeenth book, here collecting three years of comic political verse for The Nation. Best known for his Americana and true-crime stories in The New Yorker, for his fabulous food reportage from Kansas City, Louisiana, and elsewhere, and for Remembering Denny, his 1993 bestseller about a friend who committed suicide, Trillin may be a national treasure for his journalism as well as for his two witty one-man shows, which prompted Mel Gussow to dub him ``the Buster Keaton of performance humorists.'' Must doggerel be crude, unpolished, a dog's verse? Though the opening pages of his yappings leave something to be desired, his skills increase with use, although Trillin's funniest moment isn't poetry; it's his complaint about losing Alexander Haig as a fit object of ridoggericule as he watches Haig, like Shane on his white horse, ride out of town, leaving behind little Brandon de Trillin shouting, ``Haig! Haig! Please don't go, Haig! We need you, Haig! Come back, Haig!'' Trillin's father, a Kansas City restaurateur, devised rhymes for his menus (``Let's go, warden, I'm ready to fry/My last request was Mrs. Trillin's pie''), lending young Trillin a rhymer's background. Aside from a bouquet of general doggerel (``New movies, which are mostly dumb, are in the summer/Even dumber''), his subjects, not always treated fairly, he admits, include George Bush, the Reagans, Ross Perot, Mrs. Thatcher, Gorbachev, Clarence Thomas, Clark Clifford, Arafat, Clinton, Gore, Kuwait, and Saddam (``This guy who often said he'd smash us flat in one battle/Turned out to be what Texans call all hat and no cattle''). Let's call it fiddle faddle/between wisdom and a baby's rattle. -- Copyright ©1994, Kirkus Associates, LP. All rights reserved.
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