"Well, she was frightened. She was close to not saying anything, you know. Starr overwhelmed her. Eleven guys in the room with her at that hotel? Hitting on her? It was a gang bang. It was a gang rape that Starr staged there at that hotel."
"Yeah. True. But she was talking to Linda Tripp."
"Oh, right."
"She was talking to everybody. She's part of that dopey culture.
Yap, yap, yap. Part of this generation that is proud of its shallowness.
The sincere performance is everything. Sincere and empty, totally empty. The sincerity that goes in all directions. The sincerity that is worse than falseness, and the innocence that is worse than corruption. All the rapacity hidden under the sincerity. And under the lingo. This wonderful language they all have—that they appear to believe—about their lack of self-worth,' all the while what they actually believe is that they're entitled to everything. Their shamelessness they call lovingness, and the ruthlessness is camouflaged as lost 'self-esteem.' Hitler lacked self-esteem too. That was his problem.
It's a con these kids have going. The hyperdramatization of the pettiest emotions. Relationship. My relationship. Clarify my relationship.
They open their mouths and they send me up the wall.
Their whole language is a summation of the stupidity of the last forty years. Closure. There's one. My students cannot stay in that place where thinking must occur. Closure! They fix on the conventionalized narrative, with its beginning, middle, and end—every experience, no matter how ambiguous, no matter how knotty or mysterious, must lend itself to this normalizing, conventionalizing, anchorman cliche. Any kid who says 'closure' I flunk. They want closure, there's their closure."
"Well, whatever she is—a total narcissist, a conniving little bitch, the most exhibitionistic Jewish girl in the history of Beverly Hills, utterly corrupted by privilege—he knew it all beforehand. He could read her. If he can't read Monica Lewinsky, how can he read Saddam Hussein? If he can't read and outfox Monica Lewinsky, the guy shouldn't be president. There's genuine grounds for impeachment.
No, he saw it. He saw it all. I don't think he was hypnotized by her cover story for long. That she was totally corrupt and totally innocent, of course he saw it. The extreme innocence was the corruption —it was her corruption and her madness and her cunning.
That was her force, that combination. That she had no depth, that was her charm at the end of his day of being commander in chief.
The intensity of the shallowness was its appeal. Not to mention the shallowness of the intensity. The stories about her childhood. The boasting about her adorable willfulness: 'See, I was three but I was already a personality.' I'm sure he understood that everything he did that didn't conform to her delusions was going to be yet another brutal blow to her self-esteem. But what he didn't see was that he had to fuck her in the ass. Why? To shut her up. Strange behavior in our president. It was the first thing she showed him. She stuck it in his face. She offered it to him. And he did nothing about it. I don't get this guy. Had he fucked her in the ass, I doubt she would have talked to Linda Tripp. Because she wouldn't have wanted to talk about that."
"She wanted to talk about the cigar."
"That's different. That's kid stuff. No, he didn't give her regularly something she didn't want to talk about. Something he wanted that she didn't. That's the mistake."
"In the ass is how you create loyalty."
"I don't know if that would have shut her up. I don't know that shutting her up is humanly possible. This isn't Deep Throat. This is Big Mouth."
"Still, you have to admit that this girl has revealed more about America than anybody since Dos Passos. She stuck a thermometer up the country's ass. Monica's U.S.A."
"The trouble was she was getting from Clinton what she got from all these guys. She wanted something else from him. He's the president, she's a love terrorist. She wanted him to be different from this teacher she had an affair with."
"Yeah, the niceness did him in. Interesting. Not his brutality but his niceness. Playing it not by his rules but by hers. She controls him because he wants it. Has to have it. It's all wrong. You know what Kennedy would have told her when she came around asking for a job? You know what Nixon would have told her? Harry Truman, even Eisenhower would have told it to her. The general who ran World War II, he knew how not to be nice. They would have told her that not only would they not give her a job, but nobody would ever give her a job again as long as she lived. That she wouldn't be able to get a job driving a cab in Horse Springs, New Mexico. Nothing. That her father's practice would be sabotaged, and he'd be out of work. That her mother would never work again, that her brother would never work again, that nobody in her family would earn another dime, if she so much as dared to open her mouth about the eleven blow jobs. Eleven. Not even a round dozen.
I don't think under a dozen in over two years qualifies for the Heisman in debauchery, do you?"
"His caution, his caution did him in. Absolutely. He played it like a lawyer."
"He didn't want to give her any evidence. That's why he wouldn't come."
"There he was right. The moment he came, he was finished. She had the goods. Collected a sample. The smoking come. Had he fucked her in the ass, the nation could have been spared this terrible trauma."
They laughed. There were three of them.
"He never really abandoned himself to it. He had an eye on the door. He had his own system there. She was trying to up the ante."
"Isn't this what the Mafia does? You give somebody something they can't talk about. Then you've got them."
"You involve them in a mutual transgression, and you have a mutual corruption. Sure."
"So his problem is that he's insufficiently corrupt."
"Oh, yes. Absolutely. And unsophisticated."
"It's just the opposite of the charge that he's reprehensible. He's insufficiently reprehensible."
• 149 • "Of course. If you're engaged in that behavior, why draw the line there? Wasn't that fairly artificial?"
"Once you draw the line, you make it clear that you're frightened.
And when you're frightened, you're finished. Your destruction is no further than Monica's cell phone."
"He didn't want to lose control, you see. Remember he said, I don't want to be hooked on you, I don't want to be addicted to you?
That struck me as true."
"I thought that was a line."
"I don't think so. I think probably the way she remembered it, it sounds like a line, but I think the motivation—no, he didn't want the sexual hook. She was good but she was replaceable."
"Everybody's replaceable."
"But you don't know what his experience was. He wasn't into hookers and that kind of stuff."
"Kennedy was into hookers."
"Oh yeah. The real stuff. This guy Clinton, this is schoolboy stuff."
"I don't think he was a schoolboy when he was down in Arkansas."
"No, the scale was right in Arkansas. Here it was all out of whack.
And it must have driven him crazy. President of the United States, he has access to everything, and he can't touch it. This was hell. Especially with that goody two-shoes wife."
"She's goody two-shoes, you think?"
"Oh, sure."
"Her and Vince Foster?"
"Well, she would fall in love with somebody, but she never would have done anything crazy because he was married. She could make even adultery boring. She's a real de-transgressor."