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The Raceby Richard North Patterson
He's a decorated Gulf War pilot. A fashion plate. A ladies' man. An independent thinker who speaks his mind and never takes no for an answer. The only thing Americans can expect from Corey Grace is the unexpected...
Love him or hate him, the country can't wait to see how this charismatic white senator from Ohiowho now has fallen in love with black movie
He's a decorated Gulf War pilot. A fashion plate. A ladies' man. An independent thinker who speaks his mind and never takes no for an answer. The only thing Americans can expect from Corey Grace is the unexpected...
Love him or hate him, the country can't wait to see how this charismatic white senator from Ohiowho now has fallen in love with black movie star Lexie Hartwill perform in the most brutal of political contests. Will Grace endure in spite of his controversial lifestyle, and a tragic mistake buried deep in his past? Or will he perish under pressurefrom players on both sides of the party line? Nothing and no one in Grace's life is off-limits once the race begins. Now the only thing this candidate has to lose is…everything.
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Sen. Corey Grace is the most charismatic and compassionate conservative Republican to ever run for president. He believes in women's choice, gay rights, gun control and stem cell research. Ordinarily, these would be suicidal platform points, but the other two candidates-a bombastic but honorable hard-line evangelist and a loutish Senate majority leader who is backed by a Machiavellian media giant-stand a good chance of splitting the far right vote. Patterson is best-known for his thrillers, but The Raceis long on lore and shy on suspense. It's also filled with all-too-familiar political events and characters that are almost parodies of people living or dead. Grace has several well-written speeches that Michael Boatman delivers with the wise and wry voice of reason. Boatman also captures the dramatic baritone of the evangelist; the smarmy and nasal senator; and the evil media baron who sounds a bit Australian. Boatman does a fair job of imitating the voices of real-life characters but saves his best mimicry for a rancorous radio pundit whom Patterson has given a fictional name. Simultaneous release with the Holt hardcover (Reviews, Aug. 27). (Nov.)Copyright 2007 Reed Business Information
Patterson has produced a thoughtful and provocative look at American politics in this novel, and it is even more timely because of the 2008 Presidential election. He focuses on one element of contemporary politics that has many people concerned: the growing influence of evangelical Christians in the political process. It's not so much a question of whether God should be a part of a politician's life but whether one person's personal definition of "God" is more important than someone else's. Corey Grace, the moderate, charismatic, moral center of this story, is running for President on the Republican ticket. His opponents include an evangelist who bases every decision on biblical teachings and who accuses anyone who is not a bornagain Christian of being unpatriotic and satanically motivated. Corey doesn't help the matter much by carrying on a clandestine affair with a liberal African American actress, but as the election nears, the attacks against him become more personal and more destructive. Actor Michael Boatman (Spin City; CSI: Miami) is an excellent reader who infuses the narrative with the power it deserves. Listeners will relish the often disturbing look at modern American politics that Patterson skillfully delivers. Highly recommended. [Macmillan Audio also has versions of The Raceavailable: 6 CDs. abridged. 7 hrs. 2007. [ISBN 978-1-4272-0183-6. $29.95; 11 CDs. unabridged. 13½ hrs. 2007. ISBN 978-1-4272-0181-2. $39.95.—Ed.]
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“An electrifying page-turner.” Seattle Post-Intelligencer
“Absorbing and suspenseful.” Publishers Weekly
“PATTERSON HAS REDEFINED HIMSELF AS A WRITER WILLING TO TAKE RISKS.” USA TODAY
“Required reading.” New York Post
“With verve, intelligence, passion and humanity, Patterson tells an important story--and one that may find a place with Advise and Consent and Seven Days in May on the shelf of honored political thrillers.” Richmond Times-Dispatch
“Absorbing…timely…a gripping read.” Booklist
“Will get your blood boiling…” Grand Rapid Press
“A timely, fast-paced political yarn....Highly recommended.” Library Journal (starred review)
“A slick new entertainment…Frank Capra idealism meets Karl Rove reality.” Entertainment Weekly
"Exile is an astonishing book, a hugely entertaining human drama that also offers remarkable insight into the lethal conflict between Israelis and Palestinians. Richard North Patterson has outdone himself
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ON a crisp September day thirteen years later, when Senator Corey Grace met Lexie Hart, the controversy he wished to avoid did not concern his romantic life.
"The actress?" he asked his scheduler that morning.
"What's this about?"
Eve Stansky, a pert, droll-witted blonde, was amused by his perplexity. "Life and death," she said cheerfully. "Ms. Hart is lobbying senators to vote for stem cell research."
Sitting back in his chair, Corey rolled his eyes. "Terrific," he said. "The bill's only sponsors are Democrats; it's a direct rebuke to a president of my own party, who dislikes me already; ditto the Christian conservatives, who like me even less. This is a real winner for me." His voice took on a teasing edge. "The election's next year, the nomination is wide open, and you schedule this. Don't you want me to be president, Eve? Or are you just indifferent to the fate of frozen embryos?"
"You have to vote anyway, Corey," Eve pointed out in her most unimpressed voice; like the rest of his staff, she called him by his first name. "Unless you're planning to hide that day. And everyone in the office wants to meet her. The least you can do is give the rest of us a little bit of excitement."
"Has life around here really been that dull? Or have you already decided how I should vote, and hope I'll be seduced?"
Eve grinned. "I definitely know how you should vote. And no — you're certainly not dull. I'm just worn out from scheduling dates with girlfriends who've got the half-life of a fruit fly. Here at Fort Grace, we call whoever's the latest 'the incumbent' — except that their terms are shorter."
Though Corey smiled in self-recognition, the comment stung a little. There were many reasons why he had remained unmarried for so many years after his divorce, and not all of them — at least he hoped — stemmed from some fatal defect in his character. But this was not a subject he felt like discussing with Eve or, for that matter, anyone.
"I doubt Ms. Hart is coming here," Corey answered sardonically, "to change my life. Merely to ruin my career. Just remember that when you and I are watching the inaugural ball on C-SPAN."
AS THE DAY TURNED out, Corey had an unusual luxury: a ten-minute respite between a lunch meeting with Blake Rustin, the savvy political adviser counseling him about his prospective run for president, and this encounter with the actress whose mission would be no help to such plans.
Alone in his office, he did something he rarely had time to do: contemplated how he had reached this point — a genuine presidential prospect whose road to the White House was, nonetheless, filled with potholes all too often of his own making. Yet he was single, with no personal life worth the name, and too often he still felt solitary. The root of all this was captured by two photographs that pained as much as warmed him: one of Kara, now a college student in Sydney, the only visible evidence that he had ever been a father; the other of Joe Fitts, a reminder of the debt he owed to make his career in politics matter.
At forty-three, he was a better man, he could only hope, than the one who had been Joe Fitts's friend. There was no doubt that he loved his country — America had kept faith with him, and he was determined to serve it well. Certainly his ordeal in Iraq had given him a deep sense of the transience of life, the need to live a "crowded hour," using whatever gifts God gave him to seize the moment, take risks, and make a difference — all, he hoped, in the service of something more than the greater glory of Corey Grace. Always, it seemed, he felt this driving restlessness, a clock ticking in his head, as though every moment since Joe's death had been borrowed. Nor did he worry much about making friends in the Senate if the cost was his integrity: his closest friends remained those who had served with him in the air force and shared his sense of what mattered — loyalty, perseverance, and the aim of living an honorable life.
Corey did not attempt to articulate any of this in public. It would have seemed self-glorifying, a deliberate effort to distinguish himself from his many less-than-courageous peers. And though he had friends in both parties, he knew very well the envy felt by many of his Republican colleagues — most of all by Senator Rob Marotta of Pennsylvania, the assiduous career politician who was the majority leader of the Senate, and who had resolved to run for president. To Marotta, as to others, Corey's arrival in the Senate had been as easy as his smile, greased by an act of heroism that seemed to induce an uncomfortable self-doubt in those never called on to be heroes. It did not help that the current president, like all presidents, tended to view disagreement as disloyalty, or that Corey, in a moment more candid than tactful, had told him that his secretary of defense's plan to invade a Middle Eastern country was "crack-smoking stupid" and a "waste of lives" it had helped even less when events suggested that Corey was right. It didn't help that, as a bachelor, he was not required to adopt the grim pretense of devotion that characterized some political marriages. Nor did it help that, in his colleagues' minds, an all-too-adoring press trumpeted Corey's candor and penchant for voting his conscience. "Senator Grace," a feature in the Washington Post style section noted, "seems never to have bothered to craft a public persona any different from his private one." When asked about this, Corey had merely laughed. "If you're the same person twenty-four hours a day, you have a lot less trouble remembering who you are."
It was not that simple, of course — Corey's inner self, the residue of guilt and hard experience, was something he shared with no one. When he'd once remarked, "Life has taught me that there are worse things in the world than losing an election," his colleagues had assumed that he meant being hung from his broken shoulders. But his reasons went deeper than that: there is nothing worse, Corey knew, than losing yourself.
Pausing, Corey gazed at his photograph of Clay.
As far as it went, his mother had been right — his long-dead brother had lost himself by trying to be like Corey, instead of his more vulnerable, at least equally valuable self. But the fault lay far less in Clay than in his family — all of them — and in the facile scapegoating of "the other," which had marred the social environment of his country and, too often, the politics of his own party.
There were important reasons that Corey was a Republican: his dedication to national defense; his belief in private enterprise; his worry that Democrats too easily dismissed the genuine threats to America in a world of hostile regimes, fanatic terrorists, and nuclear proliferators. But he had not come to the Senate armed with a rigid set of orthodoxies; a newly voracious reader and a seeker of advice, Corey distinguished himself from many conservatives by a concern for the environment, a distaste for static belief systems, and an openness to opposing points of view. And there was something else he did not need to think about: Senator Corey Grace despised a politics that pitted one group against another, and policies that promoted the abuse of the weak by the strong.
From his first years in the Senate, Corey had been a passionate advocate of human rights. To him, the overriding reason was clear: to lead the world, America needed to stand for more than military strength or pious rhetoric. He never mentioned Joe Fitts's execution or his own torture. Nor did he ever seek to excuse the incident his political enemies used to exemplify his impulsive nature, disregard for protocol, and general unfitness to be president.
Shortly after entering the Senate, Corey, along with his chief of staff, Jack Walters, arrived in Moscow as a first step in acquainting himself with Russia in the volatile post-Soviet era. In a van driven by a Russian security man, Corey went to meet with the Russian president. Abruptly, a demonstration had clogged the street — a line of soldiers confronting young people armed only with epithets and placards. "What's this about?" Corey asked the driver.
The man shrugged his heavy shoulders. "They say our president imprisons dissenters on false charges. It is nonsense, as you know."
Corey did not know; he intended, in a suitably diplomatic way, to raise this very question with the president. But he chose to say nothing. And then, through the windshield, he saw a Russian soldier swing the butt of his rifle at a demonstrator who had just spat in his face.
Framed in the bulletproof glass like an actor in a brutal silent film, the soldier struck the man's head with an impact that made Corey wince. The demonstrator fell to his knees, blood streaming from his scalp as the soldier again raised the butt of his rifle, while his fellow soldiers aimed their rifles at the remaining demonstrators. At the second blow, Corey's hand grabbed the door handle; at the third, which caused the demonstrator to fall sideways, Corey started to jump out of the car.
Jack Walters grabbed his arm. "No."
Corey broke away. Pushing through the crowd, he saw the soldier raise his rifle butt yet again. "Stop!" Corey shouted.
He felt the driver and Jack Walters pin his arms behind his body. The driver called out in Russian. The soldier, rifle frozen above his head, stared at him, then at Corey, and slowly lowered his weapon. To one side, Corey heard the distinctive clicking of a camera.
For a moment the tableau before him was almost motionless: the soldiers with their rifles aimed; the demonstrators recoiling; the fallen man in a spreading pool of blood. Then the driver spoke again; two soldiers came forward, picked up the victim by his arms and legs, and carried him away.
Breaking free, Corey walked back to the van.
For the rest of the drive Corey gazed out the window, gripped by an anger so palpable that no one chose to speak. His next words were to the Russian president: "Sorry to be late. But I was held up watching your soldiers try to kill someone for spitting."
The story, and the photograph, gained currency as the years passed. Among some colleagues it was whispered that Corey was too rash, too prone to the sort of impulsive behavior that might have provoked an international incident had that day in Moscow taken a different turn. "Leadership," a Wall Street Journal editorial writer had opined, "requires far more than courage." And the closest allies of Rob Marotta gave the story an even darker tinge: however human Corey's instincts, the month of torture had unhinged him. "Making Corey Grace a senator was one thing," Marotta had supposedly remarked. "But do people want to put a hothead's finger on the nuclear trigger?"
At that moment in Moscow, believing a man would die, Corey could have done nothing else. Nor would he change this now. But thirteen years later, awaiting Lexie Hart, he understood too well what else he had done; he had helped elevate his antagonists' distaste for his independence into a nobler cause: the statesmanlike conclusion that Corey Grace should never become president of the United States. And for Rob Marotta, every deviation from convention, each defiance of party orthodoxy, was added to the bill of particulars he was building against his rival.
The door to Corey's office opened. "Ms. Hart is here to see you," Eve Stansky announced brightly, and Lexie Hart walked into Corey's life.
BY NOW, COREY GRACE had more than sufficient experience with women — just that spring, to the titillation of Washington and the considerable amusement of his staff, People had named Corey one of the fifty sexiest men alive. But entering his office with a brisk handshake and swift smile that did not quite reach her eyes, Lexie Hart had an electric beauty, a carriage that somehow made her seem separate, withheld from others in some mysterious way that no magazine cover could capture. For Corey, her impact was as vivid as the first time he had met Janice, save that Corey was older, more perceptive, and a good deal less impulsive.
Motioning Lexie to his couch, he sat across from her in his favorite wing chair, swiftly taking inventory of the components that made her so compelling. She was slender and graceful, and the erect posture of a stage actress made her seem taller than she was. Her curly hair, cut short, accented features that carried a hint of imperiousness — high cheekbones, cleft chin, full lips. But it was her eyes that struck him most: their cool gray-green, surprising in an African-American, suggested the wary intelligence of a woman who employed her powers of observation as a weapon or, perhaps, a defense. Or so Corey imagined — instinctively he grasped that Lexie Hart would be a difficult woman to truly know.
With a quick smile, Corey said lightly, "I understand you've come to rebuke me for my silence on stem cell research."
Her own smile was as slight as the shake of her head. "I've come to reason with you, Senator. If you experience that as a rebuke, it's only because you know that anyone who's really pro-life should care about the living."
The comment was so pointed that Corey nearly laughed. "I guess you don't mean to make this easy for me."
"I can't. The president is opposed to expanding stem cell research. So are most senators in your political party. My information is that it may come down to one or two votes — or maybe just yours." Leaning forward, she spoke with quiet passion. "You can make a difference in the life of someone who can't move his limbs, or keep them from shaking. Or a woman who can't remember the daughter she gave birth to, even if that same girl is holding her hand as she looks into her eyes for a trace of recognition."
She was an actress, Corey thought at once, with an actress's ability to draw her audience into whatever world she cared to create. Less easy to account for was Corey's near certainty that this performance was personal. "Your mother?" he asked.
Briefly, Lexie hesitated. "Has Alzheimer's. There's no way back for her. But you can help keep other people from living in my mother's twilight zone. And not just that, Senator. I'm sure you know the science — embryonic stem cells have the potential to reverse diseases like Parkinson's and type 1 diabetes, and to repair spinal injuries that cause paralysis. How can a decent society turn away from that?"
"Oh, I think you know the moral argument, Ms. Hart. For many of my colleagues, life doesn't start at birth. So any component of life, like a fertilized embryo, is entitled to protection —"
"A frozen embryo," Lexie interrupted with a trace of asperity, "is not a life, and the leftovers in fertility clinics never will be. A humane society can make that distinction without opening up the floodgates to genocide and euthanasia."
She intrigued him enough, Corey realized, that he wanted to move her off her talking points — or, at least, persuade her that he was not a fool. In an even tone, he countered, "A humane society, some would say, knows that a fetus is a life, and values it too much to play God. But without knowing you at all, Ms. Hart, I'd bet my town house you're pro-choice, and don't distinguish between a frozen embryo and the fetuses you and I once were before we escaped the womb."
At this, Lexie sat back, arms resting at her sides, her cool eyes now appraising him. "Even if that were true, or fair, you can surely make that distinction. So please don't use my supposed beliefs as a reason for not considering your own. A petri dish is not a womb, and an adult with Parkinson's — I think we can both agree — is certainly a life. Or are you one of those pro-life folks who love people only till they're born?"
Even as he chuckled, Corey realized that he found her lack of deference engaging. "Tell me about your mother," he asked. "I've never known anyone with Alzheimer's — for better or worse, I guess."
As she folded her hands, looking down, Corey sensed her deciding how much to reveal. "It's terrible," she said at length. "When I sit with her, it's like being in the presence of death. I have this instinct to whisper, though it wouldn't matter if I shouted. She's living so deep inside herself that the simplest things, like eating a sandwich, can take minutes or even hours. It'll just remain in her hand, unnoticed, and then her hand moves to her mouth again, her eyes still dead, as if the hand has a life of its own.
"I try talking to her, of course. But I can't know if my voice stirs memories, or whether it's like the drone of her television." Lexie shook her head. "The night I won the Oscar, her nurse turned it on for her. During my acceptance speech, the nurse said, my mother began blinking. I like to think that, for a moment, she knew me. But there's no way she fathomed what I'd achieved."
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Richard North Patterson is the author of In The Name Of Honor, Eclipse, The Spire, Exile, The Race, Degree Of Guilt, Eyes Of A Child, Silent Witness, and many other bestselling and critically acclaimed novels. Formerly a trial lawyer, he was the SEC liaison to the Watergate special prosecutor, the assistant attorney general for the state of Ohio, and has served on the boards of several Washington advocacy groups. In 1993, he retired from his law practice to devote himself to writing. His first novel, The Lasko Tangent, was the winner of the Edgar Allan Poe Award for Best First Novel in 1980. He is a graduate of Ohio Wesleyan University and Case Western Reserve University School of Law, and is a recipient of their President's Award for Distinguished Alumni. He lives in Martha's Vineyard, San Francisco, and Cabo San Lucas with his wife, Dr. Nancy Clair. "Richard North Patterson is a terrific novelist."-The Washington Post
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I was pleasantly surprised - it was a good read. I enjoyed the characters and the plot was interesting. It was nice to have a plot where two characters who had diverse political worked to accomplish their objectives in a positive manner instead of attempting to get ahead by attacking the other... I would recommend this book to anyone who enjoys politics and political intrigue.
Read it during the 2008 election and found it highly entertaining. Perhaps best suited for folks who are somewhat politically-minded.
Patterson is one of my favorite authors, and his Protect and Defend is one of my favorite books. It was a superb story of a president and a Supreme Court nominee, in which the subject of abortion and a trial involving that issue are background. The characters are principal, and the issue is sceondary. In The Race, a senator aspires to be his party's preidential nominee. The story itself, about the senator and his budding romance with a famous actress, is secondary to the political maneuvering of all of the characters in the book. As interesting and well written as the story was, the political details and machinations detracted from the otherwise excellent book.
After 8 years of college, I thought there would be few things I couldn't understand. Boy was I wrong. The greediness, backstabbing, lying, fabricating and hatefulness of people goes a long way in a novel such as this one. The main plot line and main characters were easy to like and understand, but the subplots were complicated and it seemed like each chapter brought in more strange characters. Richard North Patterson is an excellent author,but the 'Race' seemed to be one of my old textbooks in political science class. I don't think I'm going to vote in the next election, it seems that no candidate is honest and selfless.
This book is current, easy to relate to if you follow the political climate today, which isn't difficult since that is all they talk about on cable news. But fitting for the times. I am enjoying reading this book, anticipating the next step of the Corey Grace. I recommend this book to anyone who loves drama, and this book is filled with it. Good job, Mr. Patterson!! Please don't give up the ending.
Why is it that the only group Americans will tolerate people slamming are Christians? This book would have been pulled if he talked about ANY other group other than Christians. Can you imagine if Patterson's evil villians were doing this in the name of Mohammed, or for race or sexual preference? People feel they can offend Christians without any consequences.
Another great story by Patterson - Exile, his last book about the Palestinian-Israeli conflict was a humdinger, too. This story traces the leading Republican candidates for the presidential nomination through the primaries. It's a good mix - the evangelist, the puppet and the war hero who, just to give him an 'edge', falls for an African-American actress in the middle of it all. Most intriguing is the in-fighting and behind the scenes manuevering - not a pretty sight. I like to think that Patterson's dirty tricks came from his creative, fertile mind - but when you see the credits at the back of the book, and see who advised him on all things Washingtonian, you will fear that there is truth involved! Since you can read this book and keep one eye on CNN and FNC at the same time, you will find it all blending together in the mix-master of politics - and you'll wonder, like I did, whether The Race was really a unique peek through the looking glass at what really goes on. For me, it just solidified my convictions that politics as usual have got to change. Our good guy in this story finally did the right thing, and, a tribute to the story - we didn't know about it until those last few pages. Well worth the read. Can't wait for the next one!
A good book if you are at all into politics. RNP shows just how down and dirty politicians can really be. Win at any cost or at anyone's expense. The American voters are the big losers in the game of politics. Read it and be shocked, or not. I read it in a couple of days. Good reading.
I'll be the first to admit that I'm not really into legal thrillers, which is what Patterson usually writes. However, when it comes to political fiction, Patterson hits it out of the park! The Race focuses on Senator Corey Grace (R-OH). He's the kind of Republican, I wish was actually running for the GOP presidential nomination in 2008. He's a great senator, an honest man, and a genuine war hero to boot. The book focuses on his maverick campaign for the Republican Party's presidential nomination, and his budding romance with African American actress (and liberal Democrat)Lexie Hart. If you're a political junkie, this book is definitely for you. There are great chapters regarding Grace's campaign in the South Carolina primary, and his (and others') back room wheeling/dealing during the GOP convention. There are only two problems I had with the book. I felt things kind of dragged when the book changed focus from the campaign to the romance angle. Thankfully the book is still so riveting that you can get past those slow chapters quickly. My second problem is that RNP lets his own political views shine through sometimes. Those views are more often than not, anti-Republican. It was enough to make me roll my eyes from time to time, but I think even most Republicans will find the book riveting enough to ignore it. I seriously could not put the book down, and flew through it during my Christmas break from work. If you're a political junkie, pick up The Race. You won't be disappointed.
Patterson preaches and expounds on every political, racial, moral issue in one fell swoop - too much, it's boring!
Richard North Patterson doesn't need me to tell him what an excellent author he is, but I can't help but say how much I enjoyed THE RACE and marvel at how well he told this story which made it a real page turner . . .hard to put down sort of book. I would also be willing to state that both THE RACE and EXILE have been the most enjoyable books that I have read so far in 2007 . . .I can hardly wait for the next one.
Corey Grace is the perfect presidential candidate. He's a decorated American hero, a Gulf War veteran who survived months of captivity and torture. Now 43 and a senator from Ohio, he's honest, conscientious, completely truthful, and movie star good looking. Unfortunately, he only exists between the pages of Richard North Patterson's timely, compelling new novel The Race. Grace is the ideal person to win his party's nomination, or so many tell him. Most would appreciate it if he wouldn't be quite so truthful and would be willing to pacify his powerful enemies in some small ways, but he's still an A-list contender. He is not a man without issues - a younger brother who idolized him committed suicide, his marriage failed, his only child, a daughter, is a stranger to him, and he grew up with remote, hard scrabble parents. In addition, he finds himself attracted to Lexie Hart, a beautiful actress who visited him to enlist his vote for stem cell research. An actress would be bad enough, he is told, but she is an African-American actress. She, too, has issues, experiences in her past that haunt. Once Grace decides that he will work to become his party's nominee, he finds himself in mixed company - others vying for the Republican Party's nomination are Bible-thumping Rev. Bob Christy, and Senator Rob Marotta, a man who sees Grace's arrival in the Senate as 'easy as his smile, greased by an act of heroism that seemed to induce an uncomfortable self-doubt in those never called on to be heroes.' In addition, Marotta is controlled by a campaign director who gives added meaning to manipulation and machination. However, when photos of Grace and Lexie are made public it seems his chances are doomed until terrorists break into an office building and Grace performs an amazing act of heroism. Then, as an adviser tells him, 'This is a transcendent moment,.....It's like Giuliani after 9/11 - a remission of all prior sins.' From that point on Patterson ratchets up his narrative to an unexpected conclusion. In this intriguing political novel the author leaves no cards unplayed - racism, terrorism, gay rights, media control. The Race is a timely story and a terrific one. - Gail Cooke
This isn't your usual Richard North Patterson mystery. This book is an eye opener into the political arena. I found I was turning the pages at quite a clip. A great book for the this Presidential race period. Another hit....
During the Gulf War, Air Force pilot Corey Grace survived his jet¿s crash and months of incarceration and torture from the enemy who ignored the Geneva Convention. He became a media darling as a real American hero. Over the thirteen years that have passed since his ordeal, Corey has become the Republican US Senator from Ohio and considered one of the 50 ¿sexiest men alive¿.------------------- Corey is running for his party¿s presidential nomination. He has a reasonable chance of winning, but his handlers fear his telling the truth is harmful to his chances as much as his willingness to cross the aisle to work with the Democrats. His chief rivals are Senator Rob Marotta who is willing to pay the price of doing whatever his handler ¿The Darth Vader of American politics¿ demands including stretching, omitting, or misleading the facts and Christian fundamentalist Reverend Bob Christy who considers Corey a heretic is also working against him. ----------------- With all the ethical and hypocritical issues coming out of DC and with rigging the executive branch to further a party over the country, Richard North Patterson¿s latest thriller feels genuine. Turning Gore Vidal¿s The Best Man upside down, Mr. Patterson makes the case that an honest person, even the greatest American hero, cannot easily win a party nomination for president because the other side plays loose with the facts and the media does not confront their swift assault in a timely manner. Readers will appreciate this exposure on honesty is the last choice in American politics.------------------ Harriet Klausner
Very well written!
Don't read this book, it is slooooow. I'm half way through and have to force myself to keep going. It has got to get better, besides I paid good money for this book and refuse to trash it. Maybe if this was not an election year it might fly, but I doubt it.