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- BOOKS, Page 84The Jane Austen of Speeches
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- By WALTER SHAPIRO
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- WHAT I SAW AT THE REVOLUTION
- by Peggy Noonan
- Random House; 353 pages; $19.95
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- Do you remember one vivid phrase or image from George Bush's
- recent State of the Union message? Probably not. And a big
- reason, quite simply, is that Peggy Noonan did not write it.
- For if words are the weapons of politics, then Noonan --
- whether nervously chain-smoking at her computer in Ronald
- Reagan's White House or minding her baby son at home as she
- created the "kinder, gentler" persona for George Bush --
- commanded a battalion.
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- Perhaps Ted Sorensen, with his trademark verb-first, ask-not
- formulations, might rival Noonan as the best White House word
- crafter of the television age. But Sorensen writing for John
- Kennedy or, for that matter, Noonan composing soaring scripts
- for Reagan's second term had it easy. Bush was an infinitely
- greater challenge. In writing his 1988 G.O.P. Convention
- address, Noonan miraculously transformed the Bush of the
- stumbling syntax and clotted catch-phrases into a "quiet"
- leader sensitive enough to glimpse "a thousand points of light"
- but strong enough to say flatly, "Read my lips: no new taxes."
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- Now Noonan, who retired from politics with Bush's Inaugural
- Address, has written the funniest, most richly textured,
- nervously self-effacing and deftly observed political memoir
- likely to come out of the 1980s. What I Saw at the Revolution
- succeeds because it violates every rule of corridors-of-power
- autobiography. As Noonan explains at the outset, "Most White
- House books have been written by men and have an unspoken
- subtitle: What I Did with Power. Many have another: If Only
- They'd Listened to Me, the Fools! But I didn't have much power,
- and sometimes if they'd listened to me they would have been
- wrong."
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- Her revelations are subtle yet savory: Noonan hiding behind
- a pillar to avoid Nancy Reagan's disapproving glance at her
- outfit, or Bush's handlers trying to censor "read my lips,"
- presumably because "lips are organs, [and] there is no history
- of presidential candidates making personal-organ references in
- acceptance speeches." Reagan remains almost entirely offstage
- in the first third of the book, as Noonan's initial meeting
- with the President (his hapless speechwriters had not spoken
- with him in a year) is abruptly canceled, and she has to settle
- for a glimpse of the presidential foot.
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- Noonan's book can be read as the chronicle of an intense but
- unrequited love affair. A passionate conservative in the
- odd-couple post of writing CBS radio commentary for Dan Rather,
- she joined the Reagan Administration in 1984 because "I felt
- like Mr. Roberts -- I was missing the war!" But even as her
- speechwriting success won her greater entree to Reagan, he
- remained characteristically aloof and impenetrable. Like a
- teenager in swoon, Noonan treasured each presidential wink;
- when Reagan wrote "Very Good" on a speech, Noonan taped the
- words to her blouse as a badge of honor. Yet when a burned-out
- Noonan left the White House in 1986, her nemesis, chief of
- staff Don Regan, denied her the courtesy of a farewell chat
- with the President. As the real Reagan kept drifting beyond her
- grasp, Noonan found solace in the mythic President whom she
- likened to "a gigantic heroic balloon floating in the Macy's
- Thanksgiving Day parade."
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- Washington is often portrayed as a peculiarly classless
- place where birth, breeding and money matter far less than
- proximity to power. But Noonan, keenly aware of her Irish
- Catholic, lower-middle-class roots, is a political Jane Austen
- in depicting the nuances of social standing. Arriving at the
- White House at 33, she was startled when almost everyone asked
- what college she had attended. (Fairleigh Dickinson University,
- originally as a night student -- socially about as far from
- Princeton as one can get without leaving New Jersey.) Noonan
- quickly intuited that this Ivy League test was a way that men,
- especially, size people up. Noonan adjusted quickly, however,
- keeping a volume of Ezra Pound's poetry on her coffee table to
- impress the "Harvardheads" from the State Department, with
- their "thick, neat, straight-back hair and little bitty
- wire-rim glasses and wives named Sydney," who always wanted to
- water down her speech texts.
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- Noonan's nonstop struggles to maintain the purity of her
- prose can seem naive. Writing words so natural they can
- convince the credulous that the President himself dashed them
- off on the back of an old envelope en route to Gettysburg
- should never be confused with a high-minded artistic endeavor.
- Nor was Reagan's second term known for its intellectual depth.
- But these are quibbles. No other memoir serves up such
- Washington rituals as gushing, "I loved your testimony!" or
- captures such conversational snippets as "You know him, you saw
- him on C-SPAN." What I Saw at the Revolution is as good as any
- of Peggy Noonan's speeches. And this time around, no
- self-important White House whiz kid edited out the good stuff.
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