New York Times Op-ed fabulist, Maureen Dowd, wrote an entire book devoted to the theme that, she Maureen Dowd, is so smart, talented, beautiful, witty, and fabulous that she deserves to have every rich, smart, talented, handsome, witty, and fabulous man she passes drop to his knees, whip out a ring, and propose to her on the spot and the fact that this does not happen is proof that men are scared of smart, talented, beautiful, witty, and fabulous women.
Maureen Dowd thinks Hillary Clinton's most unattractive character flaw is Clinton's sense of entitlement.
Proof again that what we hate most in other people is what we hate most when we look in the mirror, I guess.
Once upon a time, and a very long time ago it was now, Maureen Dowd got the idea to write a novel about her high school days and the handsome and charming but feckless boy who dumped her in order to take the totally stuck-up class brain and teacher's pet to the junior prom.
Dowd thought it would be clever to imagine these two people who'd carelessly and callously broken her heart by not realizing how much she deserved the love of the handsome and charming and feckless boy in their present day lives. So she decided to make him a slick, scheming politician and her his cold, calculating, Lady MacBeth of a wife. Dowd was a very busy journalist at the time and couldn't get right down to work on her novel so she hit upon a plan for writing it serially in her op-ed column. He editors thought this was just oh so cute and clever and let her get away with it.
For eight years Dowd plugged away at her novel, never getting closer to the the end, mainly because she couldn't stop finding new nasty qualities and evil motives to attribute to her two main characters. And a funny thing happened. As the time wore on, Dowd became lost in her never-ending story. She began to think that her novel was real life and the characters she'd invented really were the President of the United States and his first lady.
This is an occupational hazard for novelists and it's happened to some of the best. Charles Dickens was known to have taken his "favorite child" David Copperfield to the ballgame and Raymond Chandler got himself beat up in a bar fight with Philip Marlow after an argument over a chess game.
A funnier thing happened. Because Dowd worked for the most respected newspaper in the country, and because she was so smart, and talented, and witty, a lot of people, including other journalists, started thinking that the stories she was telling were true!
After all, Dowd was one of the smartest, most talented, and witty journalists in the country, surely she wouldn't stoop to making things up just to gratify her own ego and vanity? And surely the New York Times wouldn't publish fiction on its op-ed page? (Nowdays, with Thomas Friedman, David Brooks, and now William Kristol appearing there, the Times op-ed page is almost nothing but. Paul Krugman and Bob Herbert must feel like they've showed up for a business meeting dressed in suits only to find they're at a luau.) These characters who had the same names as the President of the United States and his wife couldn't be imaginary, not if Maureen Dowd was writing about them in the New York Times. They must really be the President and Mrs Clinton! So all these journalists started covering the real Clintons as if they were the characters in Maureen Dowd's novel.
Bill Clinton's Presidency came to an end and when he left office he took Dowd's inpsiration with him. Her novel languished. She tried starting a new one, this one about a petulant politician she called The Boy King, but her heart wasn't in it. She couldn't imagine either the Boy King or his librarian wife as versions of the boy who had dumped her back in high school and the nerdy, undeserving girl he had dumped her for.
Then a wonderful thing happened. Hillary Clinton decided to run for President!
Dowd reached into her desk drawer and dug out the old floppy disk with her unfinished novel on it and went back to work with renewed energy and zeal. This time out, with her male lead pushed to the sidelines, she could concentrate all her anger and outrage...um...gift for satirical portraiture on her main female character and really show the world what a bitch that brainy girl back in high school had been.
This morning Dowd has her character winning the New Hampshire primary by calculatingly crying a few crocodile tears the weekend before.
Dowd's novel has always included a level of ambiguity. She's been careful to leave it to her readers to decide whether the main characters are doing the normal, human thing for cynical reasons or for base and vicious reasons. So in this morning's chapter, Dowd suggests that while her character had probably forced the tears, she might really have been crying but not because she felt any deep emotions or because she was physically exhausted by the grueling campaign---no, she was only crying because she was mad about losing, which, we all know, is an emotion only bad people feel.
But whether or not Dowd's heroine/villainess faked the tears or if she really threw a temper tantrum, Dowd is clear on one thing---she only won the primary because she successfully played the victim.
Now in real life some people might think that one candidate might have won the primary because she had the better field organization in that state or because many of the independent voters like the type her opponent had scooped up in winning Iowa voted in the Republican primary this time instead and that there weren't enough of the younger voters who had also helped give her opponent the edge back in Iowa or because New Hampshire isn't Iowa and the voters there have different concerns and different ideas about what candidate for President they should support or because of a dozen other real-world reasons that have nothing to do with the candidates' imagined manipulative and pathological personalities.
But none of that would be in keeping with the theme of Dowd's novel. Who do you think she is, Tolstoy? Accidental forces of nature, economics, and history have no importance in her book. It's all about the psychology of her main characters. Dowd is a romantic not a naturalist.
In her book, what voters want and think and feel and need, that's all irrelevant. Politics is all about personality, and a politician's personality is whatever Maureen Dowd needs it to be to make her novel work.
Over at Shakesville, in the latest edition of Tart and our sis Wev McEwan's ongoing series, Shut Up, Maureen Dowd, Wev reviews today's installment of Dowd's book and observes how far removed it, and its author, are from reality:
...perpetuating the demonstrably false narrative that Hillary was choked up by the prospect of losing, when she was, in fact, speaking quite personally, revealingly, and, duh, emotionally about her candidacy, MoDo sniffs:
[I]t was grimly typical of her that what finally made her break down was the prospect of losing.
As Spencer Tracy said to Katharine Hepburn in "Adam's Rib," "Here we go again, the old juice. Guaranteed heart melter. A few female tears, stronger than any acid."
More irony: Hillary was also speaking with rueful disdain about those who treat politics as a game. I can only imagine her regret at those who treat it like a romantic comedy, where the object is not even winning, but forcibly conforming candidates to the part of the boy or the girl, only to use the stereotypes of the genre to demean them.
If they're the girl, that is.
Author's note in response to imaginary reader's query: Yes, as it happens, I am writing a novel myself. It's about the smart, talented, beautiful, and witty redhead who turned me down flat when I asked her to the junior prom. Why do you ask?
Tearfully related: Jon Swift on The Crying of Maureen Dowd.
Lexicographically related: Doghouse Riley's brilliant MoDo Glossary.
Related more succinctly: Susie's shorter MoDo.
Patrick notes that the tears may have turned the tide as well—but his reason makes MUCH more sense.
Posted by: Ken Houghton | Wednesday, January 09, 2008 at 10:29 AM
Sure -- personality, pursuits, pedigree! As long as it starts with a P! Yeah, she's got what it takes to be in the White House. Only Maureen Dowd can stop her now.
Posted by: Interrobanger | Wednesday, January 09, 2008 at 10:48 AM
Oh, and I would add privilege.
Posted by: Interrobanger | Wednesday, January 09, 2008 at 10:50 AM
How funny that you wrote this, Lance! When the NYTimes first started running columnists' photos, I was shocked to see how pretty Dowd was, because she wrote like a bitter, ugly girl. Her prose is so empty, so devoted to glibness over substance, that even when she makes a good point about, say, the Bushies, it's lost in her puns and alliteration.
Today's column really shocked me, though--there was a Mean Girls element to it that I think may be unprecedented in her career. Really loathesome, and a sign of the continuing death of feminism.
Posted by: Karen | Wednesday, January 09, 2008 at 10:56 AM
Wev McEwan
LOL. Nutter.
Posted by: Melissa McEwan | Wednesday, January 09, 2008 at 01:16 PM
[S]he wrote like a bitter, ugly girl.
Huh?
I know nothing of Maureen Dowd's prose, but I do know that society's definition of an "ugly girl" has absolutely no correlation to any female's ability to write well.
Posted by: joanr16 | Wednesday, January 09, 2008 at 01:18 PM
Occasionally I get irked at the right wing's vitriol toward Dowd.
Then I read her columns ...
You remind me that the media cliche I want most to be retired in 2008 is the one that goes, "If I'm pissing off both sides, I must be doing something right."
No, if you are pissing off both sides, chances are you're a raving nincompoop.
Posted by: Campaspe | Wednesday, January 09, 2008 at 02:22 PM
I had only ten minutes earlier just read (or started to read, then skimmed) Dowd's piece, and felt vaguely depressed about it (and I'm no Hillary zealot by any means), and then I read your piece and now it all makes sense. Thanks, Lance. In an impossibly better world you would have Dowd's job. Or at least Bill Kristol's job.
Posted by: Dan Leo | Wednesday, January 09, 2008 at 05:27 PM
Every vote for Hillary Clinton is a knife through the heart of Maureen Dowd
Dowd has a heart?
Posted by: Mike the Mad Biologist | Wednesday, January 09, 2008 at 08:34 PM
I know nothing of Maureen Dowd's prose, but I do know that society's definition of an "ugly girl" has absolutely no correlation to any female's ability to write well.
Ah, but Joan, I said a bitter ugly girl. And as to whether that correlates to "writing well," I was referring not to style but content and tone.
And if you've never encountered the misogynist rhetoric of bitter ugly girls, I envy you.
Posted by: Karen | Wednesday, January 09, 2008 at 09:47 PM
Lance
Great minds think alike. I just saw this piece which perfectly captures my sentiments, which were on HuffingtonPost a few days ago. Maureen's obsession with hillary can only be deemed pathological.
Regards
David
http://www.huffingtonpost.com/david-fiderer/maureen-dowd-and-the-wom_b_79912.html
Posted by: david in NYC | Wednesday, January 09, 2008 at 10:54 PM
Since they share the same obsession, maybe Maureen and Chris Matthews should get together.
What a pretty picture.
Posted by: cebm | Wednesday, January 09, 2008 at 11:04 PM
Always excellent to see you get your back into a post, Lance.
Just a brief addendum: with all the Matthews and Dowd material in the blogs today, I'm reminded that the interest these two show in Hillary & Bill may have an obvious (though seldom-mentioned) source. Both of them prospered enormously during the Lewinsky-Impeachment circus. Made their bones, you might say. Dowd won a Pulitzer; Matthews was part of cable TV blasting off as a medium of political influence.
The money and status accrued since then "prove" Dowd and Matthews are experts when it comes to the Clinton's marriage. And like all boors they can't help but bring everything back to their area of "expertise" and then talk too fast, spray saliva in your face, and pin you into the drawing room corner as they go on ... and on ... and on. One more bit of proof an election year for such people is, even in their own minds, really just an English department cocktail party.
Posted by: KC45s | Thursday, January 10, 2008 at 12:48 AM
I LOVED MoDo when she was ripping Dubya a new one, sighhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
Posted by: pablo | Thursday, January 10, 2008 at 06:56 AM
Hey Campaspe,
Could you please point me to one example of the "right wing's vitriol toward Dowd"?
Posted by: jonst | Thursday, January 10, 2008 at 07:03 AM
As per usual, MoDo crushed it like an egg with this column. It's way facile to equate MoDo's exigesis of the Clintons' carryings-on with her own man issues. It startles me that so many soigne sophisticates in the James Wolcott/Huffingtonpost camp are beside themselves with outrage...that a reporter might suggest a politician's public tears are less than 100% genuine?
Posted by: Matthew Wilder | Thursday, January 10, 2008 at 09:14 AM
A knife through the heart of MoDo... and Peggy Noonan as well.
Posted by: Ara | Thursday, January 10, 2008 at 09:41 AM
Jonst: To name one, Freerepublic.com, if you can stomach it and don't mind giving them the hit. Simple search turns up buckets of it, even when they are reveling in her Hillary-hate.
like I said, it doesn't mean she isn't a nincompoop ...
Posted by: Campaspe | Thursday, January 10, 2008 at 09:55 AM
I find Maureen Dowd "smart, talented, beautiful, witty, and fabulous" enough to devote my entire blog to her. Her narrative of the Clintons is simple and a reasonable interpretation of the available facts: Hillary feels she is owed the presidency because she supported her husband through Monicagate. Your storyline may vary, but I see very little evidence to refute it.
And while scorned Clintonistas are the most vociferous Dowd-haters lately, wingnuts can be even meaner. Here is a digest of what some Freepers had to say about her.
Posted by: Mo MoDo | Thursday, January 10, 2008 at 10:13 AM
Campaspe,
You sniped me while I spent too long composing my comment.
Posted by: Mo MoDo | Thursday, January 10, 2008 at 10:19 AM
Brilliant
Posted by: c25 | Thursday, January 10, 2008 at 11:26 AM
Mo MoDo, while we disagree on MoDo, I admire your ability to compile that digest. More than five minutes at Free Republic and I have to draw the shades and lie down on the sofa with a cold washcloth pressed to my forehead.
Posted by: Campaspe | Thursday, January 10, 2008 at 01:00 PM
Karen, if you've never been called an ugly girl, I envy you too.
Posted by: joanr16 | Thursday, January 10, 2008 at 01:12 PM
Ah, Joan, no need to envy me. I spent my entire youth loathed and scorned. Believe me, I know whereof I speak.
Posted by: Karen | Thursday, January 10, 2008 at 05:29 PM
Fortunately, I don't think a lot of voters are eager to stab Maureen Dowd in the heart, or even particularly care who she is. Otherwise we'd be looking at a Clinton nomination and a lot of people shaking their heads, staring at the blood on the floor, asking "Why'd I go and do that?"
Posted by: KathyF | Friday, January 11, 2008 at 04:45 AM
And Dowd's hostility to Gore? And to Kerry? And her ability to make things up about them. That can be explained by.....? Maybe they felt the Pres was 'owed' to them as well. Further, what I find interesting Mo Mo Do, is that you think the nation gave, or gives, a shit one way or another whether Hillary stayed with, (whatever that means in actuality) her husband or not during the GOP lead insanity of the impeachment, and after.
Posted by: jonst | Friday, January 11, 2008 at 05:57 AM
i call this the "enemy of my enemy is my friend" argument.
this isn't' alway the case. just because media hates hillary doesn't automatically mean the clintons have our best interest at heart.
Posted by: jello | Monday, January 14, 2008 at 07:33 AM
sorry KathyF, but a whole bunch of us want Maureen to stop her anti-Clinton garbage and waht better way? I think it will be grand when Clinton becomes President and Maureen tries to get her news pass renewed: "Uh, Ms Dowd, could you give us a sample of your writing please? We arent familiar with your work." Ha.
Posted by: Judith | Sunday, January 20, 2008 at 09:19 PM