Muddled intellect exposed

At NRO, you can read an incredibly funny review of Barbara Boxer's new novel. What makes it funny isn't the reviewer's voice (although John Miller is funny), it's Barbara Boxer's own voice, shown repeatedly in quotations from her book. She reveals herself to be the worst writer imaginable. The excerpts read like a parody of bad writing. I mean, her stuff is so bad it wouldn't even qualify her for the annual Bulwer-Lytton Fiction contest:That was a defining moment, when Ellen knew how she'd spend the rest of her life — that she'd been put here on earth to save its endangered children.Or how about this, which has a run-on sentence worthy of the most boring press conference:

Town Hall for Kids was a project close to her heart, a planned forum in which young people might meet both with her and with selected public officials to discuss, in safe and neutral surroundings, not just the street problems confronting them every day, such as drugs, gangs, and the proliferation of guns, but ideas on how to make their town a better place to live. "Talk to us!" she'd urge. "Work with us and get involved. Let's find solutions together!"

Blech! Even a student writer would do better than that. I won't even get to her sex scenes. You'll just have to read John Miller's column yourself. I guess this is a classic example of the pitfall of fame: No one has the honesty to tell you that something you've done is lousy. And I don't seriously believe that this is a Rove-ian trick, where an evil Republican operative undercover in the publishing house encouraged the book's publication so as to expose to the world what an idiot the woman is.