I read the review for the soon to be released ‘Rodham’ in Time Magazine.Â
Beyond the obvious that this fiction novel is very intriguing it depresses me no end that Hillary is the woman who should be sitting in the Oval Office right now.
Were it not for the Electoral College, the feverish Fox ‘Fake’ News crowd and the  MAGA storm troopers there would be a competent, shrewd and intelligent woman leading America during the Pandemic.
New York Times 5.16.2020
Curtis Sittenfeldâs âPrepâ (2005) is among the shrewdest coming-of-age novels written so far this century. I sometimes wish it had a different title and cover, in place of the image of a pink and green grosgrain ribbon belt. I give the book to young people and they look stricken, as if Iâve handed them a pink polo shirt and told them to wear it with the collar popped. Before theyâve opened it, theyâve misjudged the novel entirely.


Titles and names matter. It used to be a truism in politics that if you could get voters to call you by your first name (Boris, letâs say) or an affectionate nickname (Ike), it augured well for your prospects. This wasnât so for Hillary Clinton in 2016. The title of Sittenfeldâs new novel about her life employs her blunter, grittier maiden name: âRodham.â
âRodhamâ presents a counterfactual. It asks: What if nearly everything in Rodhamâs life had been the same, but after Yale Law School she turned down Bill Clintonâs offer of marriage? This novel also proposes, in its alternate universe, that Bill Clintonâs political career was derailed by earlier sexual scandals, so that the list of American presidents and vice presidents elected between 1988 and 2012 looks like this:
1988: George H. W. Bush and Dan Quayle
1992: George H. W. Bush and Dan Quayle
1996: Jerry Brown and Bob Kerrey
2000: John McCain and Sam Brownback
2004: John McCain and Sam Brownback
2008: Barack Obama and Joe Biden
2012: Barack Obama and Joe Biden
This novel builds toward the 2016 election, in which Rodham will face off against several challengers, with Donald J. Trump smashing crockery and clearing intestinal gas in the wings.

This is the second time Sittenfeld has entered the mind of a notable political spouse. In âAmerican Wifeâ (2008), she told the story of a woman who strongly resembled Laura Bush. That bookâs most ringing lines were addressed to voters: âAll I did is marry him. You are the ones who gave him power.â
Reviewing âAmerican Wifeâ in The New York Times Book Review, Joyce Carol Oates wrote that Sittenfeldâs portrait of the Laura Bush character was more Norman Rockwell than Francis Bacon. This is true again in âRodham.â The novel is intelligent and respectful and well made but bland; it is warm bread instead of toast.
Sittenfeld opens with Rodhamâs 1969 commencement speech at Wellesley, a generation-defining moment that got her written up in Life magazine. Bill Clinton remembers that article, in this novel, when he meets Rodham at Yale.
His pheromonal impact on her is Tolstoyan.
He is brilliant and charming and, bearded, resembles a lion. (In Hillary Rodham Clintonâs memoir, âLiving History,â she says he resembled a Viking.) He falls in love with her, and she canât quite believe it. âHis smile,â she says in this novel, âmay have ruined my life.â He has amazing hands. Being with him is a bit awe-inspiring, like walking behind a waterfall.
Sheâs long been something of a cerebral tomboy, a young woman who, she thought, could not aspire to dashing men like him. Back at Wellesley, after a date that went nowhere, a friend said to her, âYou need to flirt more.â Rodham replied, imploringly, âI gave him a biography of Reinhold Niebuhr.â Her friend said, âThatâs the problem.â She is advised to wear dresses with low necklines.
The Clinton-Rodham love affair is a highlight of this book. (He plays the saxophone naked for her.) They are together for several years, on both coasts and in Arkansas. One day she catches him kissing a younger woman in Berkeley, and they fight. He tells her it means nothing, that he loves only her but he has a compulsion to chase other women. Heâs like Thomas Haden Churchâs character in the movie âSideways,â who says to Paul Giamattiâs character, while wincing from being beaten up by a woman he had lied to: âYou donât understand my plight.â
Bill Clinton is close to demonic in âRodham.â At one point, he says to Hillary: âYouâre a smug bitch who drives people away because you think youâre smarter than everyone else. Of course you donât find it hard to be faithful when you donât have other options.â They break up. The portrait of Bill Clinton as sex pest in this novel is dark, and grows darker. He ultimately ends up in Silicon Valley, where he contemplates a return to politics.
The novel flashes forward 16 years, to 1991. Rodham is now 43 and living alone in Chicago, where sheâs a tenured law professor at Northwestern. Sheâs ardent, impressive, progressive, plugged-in. When she sees a chance to run for the Senate in 1992, she takes it and wins, even if it means losing a close black friend, upset that Rodham would compete against Carol Moseley Braun.
One of the impressive and moving things in Hillary Rodham Clintonâs own memoir is the sheer number of good friends she made, and kept, over the years. This novel boils those many friends down to a very few.
âRodhamâ has its intimacies, even if itâs not an especially interior novel. We read about her bad hair days, her jogging, her occasional diets, her white noise machine, her âritual predebate diarrhea.â Late in the novel, she brings condoms and a container of K-Y jelly to a date.
Yet she remains essentially distant. If sheâs not as creaky as an animatronic president at Walt Disney World, she is somewhere between that and a truly inhabited human being.
This is skillful ventriloquism, yet Sittenfeld never occupies her subject at an animal level. Rodham never has a thought, in this novel, that stabs you or comes from anywhere close to left field. As if it were the Great Salt Lake, you wonât sink in this book â but it wonât quench your thirst, either.
By the time Rodham runs for president in 2016, there are incidents in her past that opponents seize upon â an investment deal that calls to mind the Whitewater controversy, for example, and a suicide that has echoes of the death of the former deputy White House counsel Vince Foster. Sittenfeld deftly shuffles these details into her story.
It wouldnât do to give away more about the final third of this book. Suffice it to say that when chants of âShut her up!â begin to swell at her opponentâs rallies, she is perplexed, and we are perplexed anew at what it might be that so divides people about Hillary Rodham Clinton.
The best thing about reading âRodham,â while living through our governmentâs response to the coronavirus, is that it allows us to do something some of us were doing already, which is to recall her competence and empathy and to miss her enormously.






















