I'm a little late to report, but on New Year's Day 2026, I have finished my first book of the year.
Now, without context, this could sound like rage-bait, given that the book clocks in at approximately 1,138 pages. Truth is, it took me approximately three months or so, so rather quick by my standards. But I enjoyed it wholly, even though my favourite part was the end. Let me tell you why: Shultz described his last post, when the whole DoS staff gathered together with the President &c., and they siad him goodbye. A marching band played “California, here I come”, a song I only know in the rendition of Ray Charles and which matchesh im well, as a Stanford (CA) local. He wrote on the last page that his eyes “welled with emotion“; it meant a lot to me because throughout his tenure, according to his narration, he remained sober, level-headed, the only emotion he let through was good humour, but even then, it was strategically applied to serve his diplomatic strategem of “gardening”. His last day in office was the only one in which he allowed himself to be all human. Politics is no walk in the park; it is, in fact, a walk in the woods.