Fly Fishing with Darth Vader:
And Other Adventures
With Evangelical Wrestlers, Political Hitmen, and
Jewish Cowboys
by Matt Labash
Simon & Schuster, 336 pages, $25.99
Dont hit on those women, former Washington, D.C., mayor Marion Barry says, leaning over Matt Labashs shoulder at a fundraising event as Labash compliments a Barry supporters eyelashes. Thats my job. The mayor is correct. Labashs role as a reporter is to facilitate such felicitous moments and then record them in rollicking narrative”and with a spin that owes less to personal political allegiance than to comic voice.
To describe Fly Fishing with Darth Vader , Labashs new collection of Weekly Standard and Salon columns, with references to Hunter S. Thompson and P.J. ORourke doesnt do justice to the deeply sympathetic twist to his voice. The Weekly Standard senior writer intercuts biting analysis of Americas declining fortunes with juicy, hilarious portraits of its damaged politicians, and somehow manages to humanize even the most inhuman among us”the likes of Barry, former Louisiana Governor Edwin Edwards, Donald Trump, and himself, of course, a favored subordinate character on these journeys through the outskirts of hell. He submerges himself in a World Pornography Conference in California, deconstructs the transformation of physical-education classes, and shadows Ohio Republican congressman James Traficant (who calls him Kibosh) in the midst of a corruption scandal”and delivers quick-hit yarns that somehow manage to savage his subjects while simultaneously soothing your soul.
Unlike his first-person-possessed New Journalism forebears, Labash subordinates his own tough-guy persona in favor of the absurdities in his notes. At heart, hes a highly skilled reporter who prefers a powerful quotation to a self-absorbed reference”realizing, correctly, that a writer can convey a point of view without turning the spotlight on the process but, rather, on its rewards. By targeting his sensibilities on the fringe figures of American politics, Labash performs a valuable public service even as he establishes himself as one of the top writers of his generation.
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