Florence King, one of the few professional curmudgeons (she worked the conservative side of the beat) who consistently earned both her status and her paycheck, has passed away at the age of 80.
Though I followed her column off and on, the only one of her books I’ve read happens to be this one, which is from the period when publishers still knew how to sell books:
By coincidence, I reviewed it as part of my first monthly book report, which can be found here. I think that review gives a pretty good flavor of her strengths and limitations, but, for something better than good, by all means go here. Especially go there if the inevitable John Updike novel you just had to try (mine was Rabbit, Run) turned out to be far, far longer than War and Peace.
My understanding it that, in the end, she gave up on American politics.
If so, it’s clear evidence she kept her considerable wits about her to the last.
With luck that will count for something on the next stage of the journey.