On the eve of the 2000 election, the charmed life of Washington hostess Trudy Hopedale is quietly falling apart. Her daytime talk show is about to be hijacked by a younger, prettier assistant, and then there is the horrifying novel that her husband has written in secret, which contains some rather troubling implications for a former Foreign Service colleague. And what is her mother-in-law telling everyone?

Trudy's dear friend Donald Frizz - has benefited greatly from their friendship. A widely recognized expert on the U.S. vice presidency and a frequent guest on Trudy's program, Donald's latest scholarly pursuit is a highly anticipated biography of Garrett Augustus Hobart, McKinley's VP. Exactly who anticipates this book is hard to say, and soon Donald finds himself dodging the awkward questions of plagiarism and his sexuality, frequently during the same conversation.Amid tides of intrigue and shifting allegiances, this little town's extraordinary inhabitants swim helplessly, and alarmingly, toward their remarkable fates. With a bewitching sense of nostalgia, Jeffrey Frank has written an exquisitely funny, tender, and deeply perceptive novel that vividly invokes the simpler world of only yesterday.

"Pettiness, backstabbing, social striving and tit-for-tat favors are "the gasoline in this town" — Washington, D.C. — in the third fast-paced, entertaining Beltway sendup from New Yorker editor Frank (following The Columnist and Bad Publicity). As the Clintons make way for the Bushes in 2000 — 2001, the novel follows Trudy Hopedale, television host of a certain age and D.C. social mainstay, who is fast fading into political and social obsolescence. Trudy's husband, Roger, is a retired career Foreign Service man with a shady past who is working on an embarrassing novel, while "handsome and brilliant" vice-presidential biographer Donald Frizz is suffering from writer's block. As the gelling Bush administration creates shifting power dynamics and loyalties, readers must read between the lines to gather information from these three very different unreliable narrators, each with secrets and ulterior motives of his or her own. Supporting cast members are one-dimensional, and Trudy can seem too petty even for satire, but Frank's lively writing and sharp eye for the story's fourth major character, the "soiled town" that is political Washington, carry the day. (July)" Publishers Weekly (Copyright Reed Business Information, Inc.)

"'Pettiness, backstabbing, social striving and tit-for-tat favors are 'the gasoline in this town' — Washington, D.C. — in the third fast-paced, entertaining Beltway sendup from New Yorker editor Frank (following The Columnist and Bad Publicity). As the Clintons make way for the Bushes in 2000 — 2001, the novel follows Trudy Hopedale, television host of a certain age and D.C. social mainstay, who is fast fading into political and social obsolescence. Trudy's husband, Roger, is a retired career Foreign Service man with a shady past who is working on an embarrassing novel, while 'handsome and brilliant' vice-presidential biographer Donald Frizz is suffering from writer's block. As the gelling Bush administration creates shifting power dynamics and loyalties, readers must read between the lines to gather information from these three very different unreliable narrators, each with secrets and ulterior motives of his or her own. Supporting cast members are one-dimensional, and Trudy can seem too petty even for satire, but Frank's lively writing and sharp eye for the story's fourth major character, the 'soiled town' that is political Washington, carry the day. (July)' Publishers Weekly (Copyright Reed Business Information, Inc.)" Publishers Weekly (Copyright Reed Business Information, Inc.)

"The 2000 presidential election looms large but gets barely a mention in Jeffrey Frank's Washington, D.C. satire 'Trudy Hopedale.' And the election is but one of several elephants in the room in this frothily entertaining novel. The primary characters are so mightily self-absorbed that they hardly notice the political currents churning around them, at least until outlying ripples threaten their personal... Washington Post Book Review (read the entire Washington Post review) and social lives.

Covering the period from spring 2000 to late summer 2001, the novel is narrated in the alternating voices of Donald Frizze, a self-proclaimed vice-presidential historian, and the titular Trudy, a society wife and hostess of a local television talk show. Donald, whose reputation seems to be based mainly on his flowing locks and dreamy good looks, is struggling to write a biography of William McKinley's first vice president while also contending with a spurned Washington Post reporter, accusations of plagiarism, rumors about his sexuality and an extremely suspicious-looking mosquito bite on his wrist.

Trudy, who prides herself on her dinner parties and historic home, is dealing with demons of her own: hints that she may be replaced on her show by a younger, more telegenic model, an affair with a senator that seems more arduous than ardor-filled, and the potentially humiliating novel that her husband, Roger, is secretly writing and she is secretly reading. Roger, a 40-year veteran of the foreign service, has titled the manuscript 'Desks of Power,' and, as Donald diplomatically puts it, 'Roger ... had a talent for this sort of thing — the Washington thriller — but not quite enough of it.' Sections of the abysmal 'Desks of Power,' dripping with excessive adjectives and heaving bosoms, constitute a third voice interspersed with Donald's ditherings and Trudy's twitterings.

Neither narrator is particularly likable. Fortunately, Frank's writing is consistently funny, and he keeps the story moving along at a brisk clip. Much of the humor is that of polite understatement: 'It looked like their conversation was not all that friendly,' relates Trudy at one point, 'not the way their arms were waving.' Trudy's insensitivity can be morbidly hilarious: She obsesses over the guest list for a funeral and at a benefit for the 'horrible rare disease we were all celebrating and raising money for,' she focuses on who gets the prime seating assignments. Frank gets a lot of mileage out of well-chosen names: There's journalist Jennifer Pouch, for example, whose name grows ever more ickily suggestive with repetition, and there's the appropriately named Royal Arsine. And, of course, there's Donald Frizze, whose name suggests either a frilly salad ingredient or a bad hair day.

But the source of much of the novel's humor — the characters' self-absorption — is also something of a handicap. The novel takes place during one of the most contentious periods of recent American politics, and yet Trudy's only concern is how it will affect her social calendar. She reflects that 'the Christmas decorations along Wisconsin Avenue made me think of the parties ahead and the season and of course the arrival of a new administration, whoever was going to be in charge.' In the summer of 2001, she says of the election, 'It's time to put all that bitterness behind us and look ahead, to show some hospitality. ... Naturally I understand why some people are furious, but there are amazing men and women in both parties who only want what's best for the country. Deep down, I really believe that. Or I think I do.'

Donald is equally oblivious; he enjoys the rantings of a right-wing radio host because 'Bucky's swift nasal dialogue had a way of calming me,' but fails to absorb any of the content. 'He spoke of some international foe (I didn't quite get the foe's name),' Donald recalls. Clearly, Frank is making a point about American attitudes during this relatively innocent pre-9/11 period. But his characters' willful blindness and self-centered isolation make it difficult to place them in a larger context.

It can also be difficult for us to sympathize with characters when we know more than they do. We have the benefit of the multiple points of view, a fuller picture than that allowed to each of the participants. And Trudy and Donald are so transparent that we can peer through layers of self-delusion and denial, to truths that they themselves refuse to acknowledge. This inequality makes it harder to sympathize with the characters but easier to laugh at them — the book does provide laughs in abundance. Furthermore, readers have the advantage of hindsight, of knowing what lies ahead, adding piquancy to moments such as the one in which Donald, who has a penchant for overlooked and inconsequential vice presidents, muses, 'I'm thinking of writing a biography of Dick Cheney — I'd be the first. What do you think?'

Judy Budnitz's most recent book is the story collection 'Nice Big American Baby.'

" Reviewed by Lily KingRon CharlesBruce SchoenfeldSusan WareJudy Budnitz, Washington Post Book World (Copyright 2006 Washington Post Book World Service/Washington Post Writers Group)
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"Another triumph from one of America's most reliable and inventive comic novelists. Trudy Hopedale is understated, cunning and relentlessly funny."

— David Sedaris

An exquisite political satire from novelist Frank--told from the perspective of quintessential Washington hostess Trudy Hopedale and her social-climbing friend Donald Frizz--this novel is set during the summer and fall of 2000 as the Clintons are moving out and the Bushes are moving in.

Jeffrey Frank is a senior editor at The New Yorker. Previously, he worked at The Washington Post and the now defunct Washington Star. He lives in Manhattan.