Bill Kristol hits the airport bookstore

It took David Brooks four years to write his first New York Times column about a random book he found on his way to catch a plane:

Last week, while driving from a campaign event in Keene, N.H., I stumbled upon a used bookstore that I hadn’t seen since I was a teenager. I stopped in — even though I was rushing to catch a plane — and came upon a sad book published anonymously in 1911.

But it took the precocious William Kristol less than three months to match that feat:

Browsing through a used-book store Friday — in the Milwaukee airport, of all places — I came across a 1981 paperback collection of George Orwell’s essays. That’s how I happened to reread his 1942 essay on Rudyard Kipling. Given Orwell’s perpetual ability to elucidate, one shouldn’t be surprised that its argument would shed light— or so it seems to me — on contemporary American politics.

It's the equivalent of the Thomas Friedman column about his taxi driver on the way to/from the airport.

Comments

[Rob]

Why precious?

[David]

Rob, I suspect Brendan meant to write "precocious" -- used ironically, of course.

A recent example of the kind of Democratic irresponsibility described by Kristol is the Mayor of Toledo banning a previously approved marine training exercise. Mayor Finkbeiner appears to have no interest in what's necessary in order to protect our nation.

[Brendan Nyhan]

Ah yes, that was a typo. Fixed above.