Big Government Book

In this hilarious, scathing, and passionate novel of politics gone haywire, Ev Ehrlich tells the story of an innocent in wonderland, of the woman he falls in love with, and of players, politicians, and panderers of all shapes and sizes. Here is a Washington as seen through the lens of a Twain, Heller, or Christopher Buckley, but with an insider's knowledge of just how outrageous -- and, thankfully, just how irrelevant -- the government can be.

Publishers Weekly

To say that Clinton White House veteran Erlich's characters are cardboard is not a criticism: this debut novel, a rollicking parody of current American political life, works like a puppet show. The Being There plot follows the elevation of naive incompetents through the self-serving machinations of soulless politicos. Many of the scenes are brilliantly absurd, as when one Senator Moss is eaten by an alligator while wooing a militant naturalist for campaign support, or when the campaign staff of ailing Senator Wheezle restricts media access because being in a coma 'is usually perceived as a negative.' There are hilarious lampoons of political double-think, e.g., the 'universal daylight savings time initiative,' a pork barrel for the electric companies, and the 'equipment that doesn't work tax credit,' baldly subsidizing businesses for giving away things they never needed in the first place. All the men in power speak like the puppet Punch, unashamedly full of themselves, generally to hilarious effect. ('No, it's absolutely legal,' says one, 'and we can always give the money back if we're caught.') On the other hand, Ehrlich is given to excessive exposition and summary narrative, as if he doubted the readers' ability to appreciate the satire in the action itself. Some interior monologues militate against the total effect, and, because the characters are so thin, it's sometimes too easy to confuse them for one another as the novel jumps from one crazy subplot to another. In the last few pages, Ehrlich tries to draw an uplifting moral that is not at all warranted by the horrific picture he has painted: everyone is for sale, and only fools and losers have scruples.