I am in between airports--I hate airports. The smell like dizziness and nausea. In fact, Sartre wrote that book with that title while sitting in an airport. But I am finishing Paul Bremer's memoirs. You have to read it. You really have: not for the insights, but for their lack. My favorite parts are references to "Arab culture." Did you know that in Arab culture they begin social calls with "small talk"? I did not know that until I read this book. Also, I learned from his Arabist adviser, Hume Horan than there are suqs in the Middle East. Did you really know that? I did not know that. Also, the the Abu Ghraib prison conditions were pretty good according to Bremer: "They had running water, overhead fans, and slept eight to a cell on clean steel-frame bunks." (p. 134). I was dying to ask him whether there was room service and down comforters. It seems that they had. I never met Bremer but socialized a few times with his brother and wife back in 1990 in Lynchburg, VA, until I had a fight with his wife over the Iraq war in 1991. You have to read about how Bremer interviewed one-by-one the members of the puppet council. By the way, Bremer thinks that the half-operative Muhammad Bahr Al-`Ulum is "one of the highest Shi`ite clerics" in Iraq. Al-`Ulum is probably as popular among Shi`ites as I am among Southern Baptists (I am huge in the South by the way, especially in the Deep South among southern baptists).