Lee Atwater is on his deathbed. He isn't thinking death. He's thinking king-making. And he's thinking that it wasn't eugh to have raised up the king...w he has to protect him - even from beyond the grave. It means entrusting his last - his greatest - reelection scam to Jim Baker, and when he hands it over, he wraps it in a warning: Don't show it to Georgie, w. Don't even look, w. Wait until you're in trouble. Think of Lot's wife. Think of Orpheus. Think of Pandora. Think of Baker opening Atwater's memo the minute he steps out of the hospital room. And think of him reading a plan so mad, so potentially destructive, and so utterly logical (in a particularly Atwateresquely cynical kind of way) that it just might work.... Not since Catch-22 has there been a vel so brutal in its satire, so lethal in its aim, and so powerfully compelling and caustic in its effect.