Rating: 
Summary: The Same Old Same Old
Review: Buckley's entry in the "Crown Journeys" series is an occasionally amusing, intermittently interesting, and ultimately shallow slim guide to about two of Washington, D.C.'s 67 square miles. His walks cover Union Station, the Capitol, the White House, the Old Executive Office Building, Lafayette Park and Square, Ford's Theater, the Lincoln, Jefferson, Roosevelt, Vietnam War, and Korean War memorials, the Washington Monument, and Arlington Cemetery (which is not in Washington, but across the river in Virginia). In other words, the twenty year resident enlisted to write this book takes the reader to most generic tourist spots in the city, all of which you will find in any reasonably decent regular guidebook. He does this with sometimes funny, sometimes leaden humor, highly leavened with his strong conservative sentiments. His walks are littered with cribbed historical anecdotes and tales of his glory days in the corridors of power. Buckley came to Washington to join the Reagan administration, and he's not shy about name dropping and telling you all the neato-torpedo insider stuff he saw and did. All which could be overlooked if he actually went anywhere off the beaten track, or acknowledged in the remotest way that D.C. is a large city with actual neighborhoods where people are born, live, and die. Sadly, he takes the opposite route, and chooses to disparage that large swath of people (the vast majority of whom are black) who live in DC and have always done so. In the opening pages, he quotes Joseph Alsop's self-description as "That sad and rootless thing, a Washingtonian" and then goes on to say that DC natives "would probably sniff at that, but then they sniff at pretty much everything." Well, what DC natives sniff at is not being allowed to vote in presidential elections until the mid-60s, and to this day having to pay federal taxes without having a vote in Congress (that's why DC license plates bear the "Taxation Without Representation" tagline). Buckley is emblematic of a whole cadre of people who move to DC-usually to get involved in politics-and never engage with it, never commit to it, and love being there for all the wrong reasons. To be sure, the book tells plenty of interesting stories about the formation of the city, and especially its chief designer, Pierre L'Enfant. However, the city Buckley details is one of monuments and ghosts, not people and neighborhoods. It's an annoying approach, because there is so much more to the city that the casual tourist would benefit from hearing about. How about the historic U Street area, which has boatloads of black history? How about the The Awakening statue at Hains Point? How about historic Georgetown? How about the Canal? How about the largest urban park in American, Rock Creek Park? How about the amazing National Cathedral or the equally amazing Basilica of the Shrine of the Immaculate Conception? How about the most underrated museum, The Building Museum? How about Dupont Circle, the center of gay culture in the city. How about cool walkable neighborhoods like Adams Morgan, Mt. Pleasant, Brookland, and Takoma Park? Nope, instead, we hear about a invitation only party hosted by the Cheney's in the Museum of American History and Arlington Cemetery (which is an amazing place, but ISN'T IN DC!). For the monuments and all that, this book isn't a bad supplement to a good guidebook. However, if you really want to learn about the city and the regular people who live there, check out Edward Jones' wonderful collection of short stories, Lost In the City, or pretty much any George Pelecanos' crime novels, or the 1994 book Dream City: Race, Power, and the Decline of Washington, D.C.
Rating:
Summary: The Same Old Same Old
Review: Buckley's entry in the "Crown Journeys" series is an occasionally amusing, intermittently interesting, and ultimately shallow slim guide to about two of Washington, D.C.'s 67 square miles. His walks cover Union Station, the Capitol, the White House, the Old Executive Office Building, Lafayette Park and Square, Ford's Theater, the Lincoln, Jefferson, Roosevelt, Vietnam War, and Korean War memorials, the Washington Monument, and Arlington Cemetery (which is not in Washington, but across the river in Virginia). In other words, the twenty year resident enlisted to write this book takes the reader to most generic tourist spots in the city, all of which you will find in any reasonably decent regular guidebook. He does this with sometimes funny, sometimes leaden humor, highly leavened with his strong conservative sentiments. His walks are littered with cribbed historical anecdotes and tales of his glory days in the corridors of power. Buckley came to Washington to join the Reagan administration, and he's not shy about name dropping and telling you all the neato-torpedo insider stuff he saw and did. All which could be overlooked if he actually went anywhere off the beaten track, or acknowledged in the remotest way that D.C. is a large city with actual neighborhoods where people are born, live, and die. Sadly, he takes the opposite route, and chooses to disparage that large swath of people (the vast majority of whom are black) who live in DC and have always done so. In the opening pages, he quotes Joseph Alsop's self-description as "That sad and rootless thing, a Washingtonian" and then goes on to say that DC natives "would probably sniff at that, but then they sniff at pretty much everything." Well, what DC natives sniff at is not being allowed to vote in presidential elections until the mid-60s, and to this day having to pay federal taxes without having a vote in Congress (that's why DC license plates bear the "Taxation Without Representation" tagline). Buckley is emblematic of a whole cadre of people who move to DC-usually to get involved in politics-and never engage with it, never commit to it, and love being there for all the wrong reasons. To be sure, the book tells plenty of interesting stories about the formation of the city, and especially its chief designer, Pierre L'Enfant. However, the city Buckley details is one of monuments and ghosts, not people and neighborhoods. It's an annoying approach, because there is so much more to the city that the casual tourist would benefit from hearing about. How about the historic U Street area, which has boatloads of black history? How about the The Awakening statue at Hains Point? How about historic Georgetown? How about the Canal? How about the largest urban park in American, Rock Creek Park? How about the amazing National Cathedral or the equally amazing Basilica of the Shrine of the Immaculate Conception? How about the most underrated museum, The Building Museum? How about Dupont Circle, the center of gay culture in the city. How about cool walkable neighborhoods like Adams Morgan, Mt. Pleasant, Brookland, and Takoma Park? Nope, instead, we hear about a invitation only party hosted by the Cheney's in the Museum of American History and Arlington Cemetery (which is an amazing place, but ISN'T IN DC!). For the monuments and all that, this book isn't a bad supplement to a good guidebook. However, if you really want to learn about the city and the regular people who live there, check out Edward Jones' wonderful collection of short stories, Lost In the City, or pretty much any George Pelecanos' crime novels, or the 1994 book Dream City: Race, Power, and the Decline of Washington, D.C.
Rating: 
Summary: I laughed out loud
Review: Christoper Buckley's "Washington Schlepped Here" was a joy to read, and any one who has an affection for the more wonderful aspects of our Nation's Capitol city will enjoy the read. Buckley admits to having cribbed a lot of his facts from other books, and also relays anecdotes he picked up on various other walking tours, but is sly wit and true love of the city are what shine through, and his suggested tours would in fact be interesting. Buckley is a Republican and that comes through, but in a good way, as he spent time in Reagan's White House, and he weaves historical tales with his time there, and it works to great satisfaction. He reserves special affection for the memorials to Abraham Lincoln, George Washington, and Pierre L'Enfant, the original designer of the city, who, if you've visted here, has only one section of the city named for him, L'Enfant Plaza, which, as Buckley notes, is in SW DC, "hidden behind the Energy Department & U.S. Postal Service, ehich is just as well, as it looks like it was designed by Stalin". Buckley mixes wit like this with thr true stories he's heard in his 22 years in the city, and each tale it told with relish and appreciation for the people who built the monuments and lasting impressions of the city. He describes the Capitol as the "zero milestone for American Democracy", and tells with reverence of Lincoln's final hours and of his memorial. All in all, it is a fast read, but if you like DC, and especially if you live here, it's like a pocket guide to the city's greatest hits. A fun all around read.
Rating: 
Summary: An Informative, irreverant look at our Nation's Capitol
Review: Christoper Buckley's "Washington Schlepped Here" was a joy to read, and any one who has an affection for the more wonderful aspects of our Nation's Capitol city will enjoy the read. Buckley admits to having cribbed a lot of his facts from other books, and also relays anecdotes he picked up on various other walking tours, but is sly wit and true love of the city are what shine through, and his suggested tours would in fact be interesting. Buckley is a Republican and that comes through, but in a good way, as he spent time in Reagan's White House, and he weaves historical tales with his time there, and it works to great satisfaction. He reserves special affection for the memorials to Abraham Lincoln, George Washington, and Pierre L'Enfant, the original designer of the city, who, if you've visted here, has only one section of the city named for him, L'Enfant Plaza, which, as Buckley notes, is in SW DC, "hidden behind the Energy Department & U.S. Postal Service, ehich is just as well, as it looks like it was designed by Stalin". Buckley mixes wit like this with thr true stories he's heard in his 22 years in the city, and each tale it told with relish and appreciation for the people who built the monuments and lasting impressions of the city. He describes the Capitol as the "zero milestone for American Democracy", and tells with reverence of Lincoln's final hours and of his memorial. All in all, it is a fast read, but if you like DC, and especially if you live here, it's like a pocket guide to the city's greatest hits. A fun all around read.
Rating:
Summary: I laughed out loud
Review: First of all, I NEVER buy tour books. I avoid them like the plague in fact. I wouldn't have touched this one if it hadn't been written by C. Buckley, who happens to be a riot to read anyhow, so why the heck not? I loved it. He even managed to not offend my (admittedly swing-voter-ish) Democratic sensibilities. I actually really enjoyed his personal, insider reminiscences, although I am now dying to find out who Mr Code is/was. Call it Buckley's own version of "deep throat," although, of course, Mr Code didn't intend to share his info with anyone. (If you want to know what I'm talking about-read the book). It's thoroughly enjoyable even if you aren't planning on hitting DC any time soon. I basically walked around the Capital, snorting like a coke addict, except without the illegal substance high. I'd recommend this book to anyone who (1) hates tourist books (2) hates tourist buses and matching T-shirts and fanny packs (3) loves being outside and active and (4) has a sense of humor.
Rating:
Summary: Buckley being Buckley...always a good thing
Review: I am neither ardent Republican nor Democrat. But, I am an ardent Christopher Buckley fan. I've read most of his books and find him to be unfailingly witty and insightful. And, if you've ever seen him doing his schtick in person, you'd realize that he doesn't take himself that seriously. So, if you scrutinize this book looking for evidence of partisanship, you're surely going to find it. But consider the way Buckley presents it: screaming across the room to get Dick Cheney's attention, he is self-aware enough to acknowledge that his behavior is a source of embarrassment to his children. And as for those who might criticize his penchant for name-dropping, consider the following passage: "For two years I had a White House pass that allowed me everywhere except, of course, the second-floor residence. One time, hearing that Jimmy Cagney was about to get the Medal of Freedom in the East Room - where Abigail Adams hung her wash out to dry, where Lincoln's body lay in state, and where I once sat behind Dynasty star Joan Collins while she and husband number four (I think it was) spelunked in each other's mouths with their tongues while Andy Williams crooned 'Moon River' - I rushed over from the Old Executive Office Building just in time to see President Reagan pin it on the man who had tapped out 'Yankee Doodle Dandy' and was now a sad, crumpled, speechless figure in a wheelchair. I remember Reagan putting his hand on Cagney's shoulder and saying how generous he had been 'many years ago to a young contract player on the Warner Brothers lot.'" That's typical of the book and of Christopher Buckley's personal style. Just the right combination of name-dropping, humor and reverence. He's silly when can be, and respectful when he needs to be. His 'Washington Schlepped Here' demonstrates a child-like enthusiasm for museums, an insatiable willingness to learn from Park Rangers and other tour guides, and a respectful reverence for George Washington and (especially) Abraham Lincoln. And despite growing up in a family where Franklin Roosevelt was known only as 'that man,' he pays tribute to the enormity of FDR's achievements when visiting both the FDR Memorial and the Holocaust Museum. For Christopher Buckley fans and newcomers alike, this book is a great read.
Rating:
Summary: Buckley being Buckley...always a good thing
Review: I am neither ardent Republican nor Democrat. But, I am an ardent Christopher Buckley fan. I've read most of his books and find him to be unfailingly witty and insightful. And, if you've ever seen him doing his schtick in person, you'd realize that he doesn't take himself that seriously. So, if you scrutinize this book looking for evidence of partisanship, you're surely going to find it. But consider the way Buckley presents it: screaming across the room to get Dick Cheney's attention, he is self-aware enough to acknowledge that his behavior is a source of embarrassment to his children. And as for those who might criticize his penchant for name-dropping, consider the following passage: "For two years I had a White House pass that allowed me everywhere except, of course, the second-floor residence. One time, hearing that Jimmy Cagney was about to get the Medal of Freedom in the East Room - where Abigail Adams hung her wash out to dry, where Lincoln's body lay in state, and where I once sat behind Dynasty star Joan Collins while she and husband number four (I think it was) spelunked in each other's mouths with their tongues while Andy Williams crooned 'Moon River' - I rushed over from the Old Executive Office Building just in time to see President Reagan pin it on the man who had tapped out 'Yankee Doodle Dandy' and was now a sad, crumpled, speechless figure in a wheelchair. I remember Reagan putting his hand on Cagney's shoulder and saying how generous he had been 'many years ago to a young contract player on the Warner Brothers lot.'" That's typical of the book and of Christopher Buckley's personal style. Just the right combination of name-dropping, humor and reverence. He's silly when can be, and respectful when he needs to be. His 'Washington Schlepped Here' demonstrates a child-like enthusiasm for museums, an insatiable willingness to learn from Park Rangers and other tour guides, and a respectful reverence for George Washington and (especially) Abraham Lincoln. And despite growing up in a family where Franklin Roosevelt was known only as 'that man,' he pays tribute to the enormity of FDR's achievements when visiting both the FDR Memorial and the Holocaust Museum. For Christopher Buckley fans and newcomers alike, this book is a great read.
Rating:
Summary: Great city! Mediocre book.
Review: I could get past Buckley's confusing mix of jokes and facts. It isn't meant to be a traditional guidebook, after all. I could get past the ever-present "up with the GOP!" diatribe. Well, that's a little more difficult since I wasn't warned beforehand, but I could still do it. Overall, though, I can't get past the aimless format of this book. There are a few interesting tidbits in here, but you have to wade through lots of padding - some forgivable and some just plain unfortunate. Do we really need two stereotypical jokes on how the Japanese take pictures at art galleries? Or a jab at PETA for complaining about hunting? Or how about an analogy between a whorehouse and the National Air and Space Museum (both, says Buckley, are dedicated to "sending man to the moon.") Oh dear. What you do learn, you have to verify later with a better-documented source. Buckley's presentation of facts isn't exactly straightforward, and you should plan on being confused as to what is real and what he meant as a joke. I don't think the book is utterly wretched, but it sure could have used judicious editing and more substance.
Rating: 
Summary: Let's Hear It For The Republicans!
Review: Let's get to my main gripe about this book first. I didn't realize Mr. Buckley would constantly be pouring so much praise on the Reagans, the Bushes, the Cheneys et al ad nauseam. To call his treatment of these people partisan would be an understatement. On the other hand, he did get to page 117 of this slim volume before he attacked Clinton by name. He had warmed up earlier, however, by wondering what is wrong with politicians who come from Arkansas. Buckley apparently does like some Democratic politicians but only dead ones since he seems to like John and Robert Kennedy. At least he doesn't trash them. If you can work around all this gushing, when Mr. Buckley gets down to business and starts walking, he manages to give a lot of information about a truly beautiful and great city, sometimes with great wit. He can be quite funny and entertaining. In Washington an agenda means "sinister intentions, for example. I found out why the White House is so called, that Thomas Jefferson was a very poor speaker and that George Washington was the only president whose slaves were freed at his death. Mr. Buckey discusses the design and layout of Washington in some detail, does a good job I thought on The Vietnam Memorial and both the Lincoln and Jefferson Memorials. But by the time we had gotten to the Franklin Roosevelt Memorial, I didn't expect much. Never mind that there is beautiful artwork here by both Robert Graham and George Segal, world class artists. That all goes unmentioned. Mr. Buckley remembers instead that Roosevelt was always spoken of in the family he grew up in as "that man" and Mrs. Roosevelt as "that woman." Well, in the family I grew up in they were kin to the "Holy Family" and remain so. Mr.Buckley finishes up with a visit to Arlington National Cemetery. Parts of this chapter are very moving. I must admit though that I keep coming back to that image of the Cheneys' appearance at a publication party for Lynne Cheney celebrating her children's book AMERICA-A PATRIOTIC PRIMER. I'm glad it was Buckley's night out and not mine.
Rating:
Summary: Let's Hear It For The Republicans!
Review: Let's get to my main gripe about this book first. I didn't realize Mr. Buckley would constantly be pouring so much praise on the Reagans, the Bushes, the Cheneys et al ad nauseam. To call his treatment of these people partisan would be an understatement. On the other hand, he did get to page 117 of this slim volume before he attacked Clinton by name. He had warmed up earlier, however, by wondering what is wrong with politicians who come from Arkansas. Buckley apparently does like some Democratic politicians but only dead ones since he seems to like John and Robert Kennedy. At least he doesn't trash them. If you can work around all this gushing, when Mr. Buckley gets down to business and starts walking, he manages to give a lot of information about a truly beautiful and great city, sometimes with great wit. He can be quite funny and entertaining. In Washington an agenda means "sinister intentions, for example. I found out why the White House is so called, that Thomas Jefferson was a very poor speaker and that George Washington was the only president whose slaves were freed at his death. Mr. Buckey discusses the design and layout of Washington in some detail, does a good job I thought on The Vietnam Memorial and both the Lincoln and Jefferson Memorials. But by the time we had gotten to the Franklin Roosevelt Memorial, I didn't expect much. Never mind that there is beautiful artwork here by both Robert Graham and George Segal, world class artists. That all goes unmentioned. Mr. Buckley remembers instead that Roosevelt was always spoken of in the family he grew up in as "that man" and Mrs. Roosevelt as "that woman." Well, in the family I grew up in they were kin to the "Holy Family" and remain so. Mr.Buckley finishes up with a visit to Arlington National Cemetery. Parts of this chapter are very moving. I must admit though that I keep coming back to that image of the Cheneys' appearance at a publication party for Lynne Cheney celebrating her children's book AMERICA-A PATRIOTIC PRIMER. I'm glad it was Buckley's night out and not mine.
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