Honeymoon with My Brother
This afternoon, a friend and I left foggy Oakland to venture to sunny, hot Danville, a bridge-tunnel moneyed suburb of SF with expensive boutiques, sidewalk cafes and an independent bookstore called Rakestraw Books. Rakestraw Books was hosting a book-signing lunch with Franz Wisner, author of “Honeymoon with My Brother.” I’m sure there is a good chunk of the FR readers who know Franz or have had an ex-Wilson Administration friend give them a copy of Franz’ book. But if you haven’t picked up a copy of this book, I urge you to do it—for two reasons.
First, it is a fun read. Light, easy summer fare that is written from the heart. Second, Franz was one of us—policy wonk, political addict—who chucked it all and… Read More