Though we are still early into the century, the competition for Worst Book Title is already heating up. Coming this week:

“Robert C. Byrd: Child of the Appalachian Coalfields.”

When I’m too bored to finish reading your book’s title, senator, that does not bode well for the following 770 pages. Though if there are any published excerpts about your time as the Exalted Cyclops of the triple-K, those I’ll read.