![]() ![]() There’s nothing comparable in American journalism, except maybe Woodward’s “ The Final Days,” co-written with Carl Bernstein, about the downfall of Richard Nixon. But they resemble one another in their atmosphere of antic dread-the claustrophobic, gut-tightening sense that power has come utterly unmoored from reality, and no one in the palace is safe from the wild impulses of the ruler. ![]() Those books are masterpieces of fictionalized history, while “Fear” is a remarkable feat of reporting conveyed in prose that couldn’t be called literary. B ob Woodward’s “ Fear” belongs on a shelf with the literature of mad kings, next to Robert Graves’s “ I, Claudius,” featuring the Roman emperor Caligula, and Ryszard Kapuściński’s “ The Emperor,” about the last days in the court of Ethiopia’s Haile Selassie. ![]()
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