The American political elite have developed a peculiar habit of styling themselves as outsiders. The closer they stand to power, the less likely they are to claim it as their own. In fact, power always seems to be in the hands of someone else, someone located just out of sight. So where exactly does it reside in this late-stage republic? Nobody seems quite certain.

Two new political memoirs, one seeking to clarify the past, the other aimed implicitly toward the future, share this bewilderment. Surprisingly, they also share a good deal else. There is a common obsession with European heritage, Jill Biden through her Italian roots, and J.D. Vance through his love of Great Britain and his adopted Roman Catholicism. In one scene, Jill takes the opportunity to contemplate her lineage while visiting a church in Sicily. In another, Vance worriedly ponders the absence of churchgoers – and the implications for western civilization – from the nave of a towering cathedral in Bordeaux. Both, by their own accounts, find refuge in prayer and family.

Jill’s View from the East Wing tells the story of the Biden White House, from the distant origins of Joe’s 2020 campaign through the elderly president’s graceless exit from the political arena midway through his 2024 reelection bid. She narrates from a partisan perspective, greeting events with a combination of confusion and detachment. She is also prone to oversharing. There are candid accounts of Joe’s urological issues (we learn he made seven trips to the bathroom in one night), her own battle with menopause and more in these pages.

Vance diagnoses a deeply sick country where status worship has betrayed the American family

Vance diagnoses a deeply sick country where status worship has betrayed the American family

“I didn’t want to waste too much energy looking back and asking how this could have happened,” Jill writes, referring to her husband Joe’s diagnosis, last spring, with Stage 4 prostate cancer just weeks out of his presidency. It is this incurious instinct that animates her book: the same treatment is applied to the entire feverish saga of the Biden-Harris administration.

In her brief telling, Jill seems to make the argument – sometimes inadvertently – that wherever power may have resided during the Biden presidency, it was not in her husband’s hands. Nor was it her own, despite many allegations. This is, at times, difficult to reconcile with her admissions of leaving sticky notes with foreign policy advice (“Net[anyahu] has to stop”) on her husband’s mirror before departing for her teaching job at Northern........

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