Because I appreciate a novel metaphor, here’s George Packer on Arthur Schlesinger, Jr.:
Iâ€™ve been slowly making my way through Arthur Schlesingerâ€™s â€œJournals 1952-2000.â€ They read like the diary of a man who canâ€™t stop cheating on his wife (liberalism and the writing of history) in a series of flings with less worthy but more exciting women (political power, celebrity, partygoing, gossip). Though he knows what heâ€™s doing is shallow, he canâ€™t work up much regret because heâ€™s simply enjoying himself too much. Every now and then, thereâ€™s a night of utter self-contempt, but by morning Schlesinger is already looking forward to the next romp over Martinis in a hotel room with newspapermen and Democratic Party luminaries.
There’s a lot more.Â Read the whole thing.