St. Martin's Press, 374 pp., $13.95
Among all the Watergate confessional literature this book is far and away the best. It is the only entertaining one, the only funny one, although it isn't always clear when the jokes are intended. By the end, you may still not have formed a settled opinion on whether G. Gordon Liddy is a Nazi sociopath or a case of arrested development, an eleven-year-old boy in a grown man's body.
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