The Rittenhouse Review

A Philadelphia Journal of Politics, Finance, Ethics, and Culture


Thursday, June 06, 2002  

THOSE FUNNY BUCKLEYS
For a Night on the Town, We Choose Pat

“So former Nixon White House Counsel John Dean is bringing out an electronic book -- that is, a book no one can be bothered to print on paper -- on the 30th anniversary of the Watergate break-in. Moreover, he has announced that he will name Deep Throat. This will be John’s third ‘naming’ of me. Well, everyone needs a hobby.”

The above is a snippet from the latest tract by Christopher Buckley, “Deep Throat Speaks,” published in today's edition of The Wall Street Journal. [Ed.: Link may require registration and/or subscription.]

In certain political circles, Christopher Buckley, son and only child of Mr. and Mrs. William F. (Patricia Taylor) Buckley Jr., is considered a comic genius. His appeal beyond the humorless confines of the offices of the editorial page of the Journal is inexplicable, particularly given that his mother Pat is three times as funny. Hell, even Bill can still make us laugh once in a while. More than 20 years after he began dabbling in humor, the lesser Buckley has yet to make us crack a smile.

To cite just the most recently published account of the ways and means of the quintessential lady who lunches, David Brock, writing in his bestseller Blinded by the Right, relays the details of a November 1996 election-night party he attended at the Buckleys’ Manhattan pied-à-terre:

“When...I arrived at the grand first-floor apartment that seemed to me to sit on an entire quarter city block, I recognized a mummified Pat Buckley, drink in hand, wandering through a wide entry hall as if she had no idea where she was....Not knowing what else to do, I introduced myself, and she said she knew exactly who I was. She had seen a review of Seduction [Ed.: The Seduction of Hillary Rodham.] in the Sunday New York Times a few weeks before....In a manner that suggested she was three sheets to the wind, Pat declaimed, ‘Well, you screwed that up!’” [Ed.: Page 278.]

Okay, strictly speaking it’s not all that funny, but were we forced to choose the Buckley with whom to spend a night on the town, we would choose Pat without hesitation, particularly if she can snag the family’s brown limousine for the night.

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