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Six new volumes about Trump depict a president isolated by his bizarre antics and surrounded by staff trying to manage his teenage logic
Who's afraid of Donald Trump? All of us, according to the CBS News correspondent Major Garrett, who believes that we await his next tweeted rant with” frenzied dread “. The squalling baby with the nuclear doll box would be gratified by Garrett's phrase, and indeed Bob Woodward's Fear: Trump in the White House ( Simon and Schuster PS2 0) takes its title from Trump's claim in an interview that power depends on frightening people.
Yet in Woodward's meticulous account of its term of office intrigues, the president's men don't seem to be tremble with fright. What they largely feel is contempt for Trump or pity for his ignorance and the “teenage logic” of his obsessively vented grievances. Hence their deft” administrative coup d'etat “: by purloining documents from Trump's desk or slow-walking his intemperate orders, his aides have effectively benched him.
That suits their indolent boss, who is free to watch television, feed hot dog and swill down Diet Coke during what his diary-keepers euphemise as” executive hour “. Periodically, he is wheeled out to sign bills he hasn't read, with jagged penmanship that resembles an overexcited seismograph but” looks authoritative in black Magic Marker “. Told by his ideologues that he's a populist, he mangles the word and says:” I love that. That's what I am, a popularist .”
Woodward's volume actually suggests that for Trump, power is not fear but indecency. The discussions that Woodward's sources have helped him to reconstruct are filthily cloacal or grossly sexual. Debates about policy are conducted in expletives. The nuclear deal with Iran, Trump proclaims, is “shitty”. Other problems are categorised as “bullshit” or “horseshit”, while debates are “ripshit”.
Trump, mocking the Obama administration for its genderless bathrooms, seems out at a world befouled by” shithole countries” whose inhabitants don't look Norwegian. Unable to use a computer, he blusters against” cyber shit “.
” My guy does not talk in code ,” Trump's lawyer cautions some geeky colleagues. No, he talks in curses and phallic insults. Trump describes Obama as” a weak dick”, and HR McMaster responds with a rhyme by yell Trump himself” a prick “. Steve Bannon testified that” I reached out and sucked Reince Priebus‘s dick”- metaphorically, I presume. Involvements with adversaries are sweatily homosocial.” Man versus man. Me versus Kim ,” grunts Trump, before brag with a puffed-up capital letter that he has ” a bigger nuclear Button” than” little Rocket Man “.” We get screwed ,” he complains about a Chinese trade bargain. Banning pre-op transgendered troops, he rages:” What the fucking? They're getting clipped”, which Woodward explains as” a crude reference to gender reassignment surgery “.
Trump tells Mueller's investigators to” go fuck themselves”, and he bombs Syria as a route of saying ” Fuck you” to Assad. To Putin, I suspect, he might submissively murmur” Fuck me “: he is all-powerful on Twitter, where his menaces disappear into empty air, but quakes when confronted by the tyrants he adores as true alpha males.
When he whines” Pull the fucking thing out !” it's a relief to learn that he's referring to an anti-missile system. Despite Woodward's title, it's Trump who seems afraid- of a undertaking that he can't do, of the advisers who outwit him, and of imminent legal consequences.
The antidote to fear is loathing. The two were inextricably linked by the satirist Hunter S Thompson, whose spirit Ben Fountain invokes in his blazingly vituperative account of Trump's rise, Beautiful Country Burn Again ( Canongate PS12. 99 ). Whereas Woodward induces no attempt to characterise Trump, treating him as a shapeless chaos, always “moving in both directions”, Fountain skewers the man by fixing on his semi-human physical repulsiveness: he has a head like” a Terminator battering-ram”, the white-circled eyes of a skulk raccoon, and scalp composed of” kiln colourings- brick red, hot pink, burnt orange, a palette keyed to his flame-thrower lick of hair “. Trump is later defined as a” bog monster”, the product of America's” masturbatory fictions”, who has prevailed because” dread is the herpes of American politics “.
By contrast with this eruption of poetic fury, Sean Spicer in The Briefing ( Biteback PS20) dedicates a masochistically feeble account of his few hapless months in the White House press office. He doesn't even blame Trump for pettily omitting him from an audience at the Vatican, when the fervently Catholic Spicer hoped the pope would bless some olive-wood rosary beads for his poor widowed mum. He does embellish the orange ogre's myth by likening him to a unicorn- a tribute to Trump's fabulosity, or a route of hinting that he is indecently horny?
Spicer, a Republican hack who has made a career out of being a spokesman for the unspeakable, says as little as possible about his erstwhile boss, and has little of interest to say about anything else. When invited on to Trump's campaign plane he evaluates the” spotless brass accents” of the Boeing 757′ s decoration, then concentrates on tallying its altitude.” We lifted upward in the air, 5,000, 10,000, 20,000 feet ,” he writes in what must be the dumbest sentence in a vacuous book. At least this vouches for Spicer's ability to count, which seems to desert him when he claims that” the 14 th floor of Trump Tower was just one flight of stairs above the fifth floor “. I blinked at this, then did some research. Yes, Trump blithely eliminated eight lower floors so that his tower's top levels could have higher numbers, letting him to increase the rent; and when he refers to the building, he also habitually adds an extra 10 floors to compensate for the height of the atrium, which is as lofty as his pestered hairdo. Even architecturally, the man is an unregenerate liar.
Spicer claims to suffer from” Catholic guilt”, so he must live in dread of the purgatorial flames after the months he spent lying for Trump. Perhaps his flushed face and flustered stuttering in the press room evinced spiritual suffering as well as shame. Aware that his immortal soul was at risk, he read a daily extract from” the book Jesus Calling ” before he faced the reporters; he also conscientiously chewed Orbit cinnamon gum throughout his briefings- a masticated Hail Mary to cleanse a mouth that was the channel for so many damnable untruths?
More fearless than Spicer, Trump's ejected aide Omarosa Manigault Newman sashays in for the kill in Unhinged ( Simon& Schuster PS2 0 ). Despite protestations of indignation about Trump's racism, her feud with him is not ideological. Her book is an assassination, all the more deftly executed because Omarosa- whom Trump's befuddled advocate Rudy Giuliani calls Amarosa, which is definitely a misnomer- informed about disloyalty by studying Trump. Cast as the villain on his reality show The Apprentice , she remodelled herself as” a female version of him “. In the view of this rampant alter ego, Trump is at once infantile and senescent, a pampered creature of uncensored id whose brain scarcely developed before it was rotted by the 44,000 cans of Diet Coke he has so far swilled. “Mental decline”, as Omarosa magistrates, is accompanied by moral debility: she calls Trump” Twitter Fingers”, then watches his tiny hands unpaternally stray” low on Ivanka's hips “. Having violated all the rules of governmental propriety, is he capable of outraging a primal taboo?
Omarosa's bad-mouthing has a righteous tinge: she recently get religion and is now an decreed Baptist minister.” To God be the glory !” is her book's last line. I presume the glorification she refers to is the gloss and glitz of her celebrity status, with gains as proof of divine favour. When she deserts her flock for a” total Trump detox” on Celebrity Big brother , she enjoys” being sequestered away from the world “: ignoring the omnipresent cameras, she makes Big Bro's panopticon sound like a nunnery.
The deity is also stealthily at work in the machinations of pious Mike Pence, who as Michael d'Antonio and Peter Eisner argue in The Shadow President ( St Martin's Press PS16. 99) affects humility while he counts the working day to Trump's removal and his own accession. Pence's religiosity, an old acquaintance remarks, is an alibi for his fiendishly decided aspiration. In Mr Trump's Wild Ride ( All Points Books PS22. 99) Major Garrett observes that Trump's legal dangers and legislative impotence mean that his supporters are left with merely his” mania- the last, inexhaustible commodity “. Trump is effectively a nihilist, which are currently rantings about possible impeachment to ratchet up the drama of his downfall. By contrast, Pence is a cold-blooded man of principle, or of what d'Antonio and Eisner call” evil principles”, fixated on the transformation of licentious, liberty-loving America into a theocratic police state.” Be afraid, be very afraid ,” Omarosa whispered to a Big brother confidant, anticipating Woodward's refrain as she reflected on the menace of the deputy she called ” the Stepford Veep “.
Garrett remembers Newt Gingrich, another sanctimonious political twister, quoting Rilke to justify Trump's antics:” If you take out my demons, will the angels leave also ?” The same supernatural forces-out are at play in Woodward's book, where Bannon discerns” the hand of God” in Trump's election while Priebus describes the solitary bedroom where he does his unsupervised tweeting as” the devil's workshop “.
Ben Fountain accuses America of schizophrenia, as red and blue countries or white and black races tug the union apart; I'd say that the country is embroiled as usual in a Manichean battle between Eden and Armageddon, puritanism and decadence, with Pence and God on one side and the seven deadly but delicious capitalistic sins embodied by Trump on the other. Better the devil we are all familiar with than the holy hypocrite who's next in line?
* Fear: Trump in the White House by Bob Woodward is published by Simon& Schuster( PS20 ). To order a transcript for PS17. 20 go to guardianbookshop.com or call 0330 333 6846. Free UK p& p over PS10, online orders only. Phone orders min p& p of PS1. 99
* Beautiful Country Burn Again by Ben Fountain is published by Canongate( PS12. 99 ). To order a copy for PS11. 17 go to guardianbookshop.com or bellow 0330 333 6846. Free UK p& p over PS10, online orders merely. Phone orders min p& p of PS1. 99
* The Briefing by Sean Spicer is published by Biteback( PS20 ). To order a copy for PS17. 20 go to guardianbookshop.com or call 0330 333 6846. Free UK p& p over PS10, online orders only. Phone orders min p& p of PS1. 99
* Unhinged by Omarosa Manigault Newman is published by Simon& Schuster( PS20 ). To order a transcript for PS17. 20 go to guardianbookshop.com or bellow 0330 333 6846. Free UK p& p over PS10, online orders only. Phone orders min p& p of PS1. 99
* Mr Trump's Wild Ride by Major Garrett is published by All Points Books( PS22. 99 ). To order a transcript for PS19. 77 go to guardianbookshop.com or call 0330 333 6846. Free UK p& p over PS10, online orders only. Phone orders min p& p of PS1. 99
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