I was half way down the first page of the first chapter when it struck me that something was wrong. Why are the characters speaking in this weird way? I thought. Why does every other line of dialogue end in an exclamation mark? I thought perhaps it was some sort of clever literary joke, soon to be explained. No such luck. Several pages on, I realised it was simply that John Stewart is a terrible, terrible writer. His characters speak unlike anyone in real life - not in a good way, not in a "pushing the boundaries of dialogue" way, just in a "I can't write dialogue" way. Worse still is the desperately unfunny "banter" that riddles every page, with the aforementioned exclamation marks highlighting every moment of repartee in case we had missed it.
And John Stewart doesn't want you to miss anything. That must be the reason he spells out everything so didactically, so there's no chance of ambiguity or, god forbid, subtlety. At one point early on, we learn that the Republican candidate for the forthcoming election is called Whiteside and is ahead in the polls. We learn this because the President explains it to a BBC political correspondent, who has to ask how popular Whiteside is. The idea that a BBC political correspondent, working in the US during a presidential race, would be unaware of the identity and standing one of the candidates is of course ludicrous, but this kind of laboured exposition is the only means Stewart has at his disposal to convey information to the reader.
All this makes the book pretty much unreadable, but don't worry, you're not missing much in the way of plot either. The central political idea is that certain plots of land gain enormous value by virtue of the community that surrounds them, and that this value is not earned by the owner of the land but by the community itself. The president gets this notion in his head early on and starts banging on about it, which brings opprobium from Wall St and other interested parties. It does not strike me as a particularly earth-shattering observation, but to the President of this book it's Das Kapital in one paragraph.
But weak plots are tolerable if supported by the scaffolding of decent writing. This writing is utterly wretched. I am frankly astonished that this book was ever published. One can only fantasise about how bad it must have been like before it was edited.