Amy Davidson Sorkin, in the New Yorker, reviews Kamala’s infamous campaign memoir, 107 Days.

She reassures Community of Fashion readers that Kamala “almost won,” but then goes on more truthfully producing a fun read.

October 20, 2024, was the ninety-first day of Vice-President Kamala Harris’s Presidential campaign and also, as it happened, her sixtieth birthday—a fact that members of her staff had not forgotten. When she boarded her campaign plane that afternoon, she found that it had been festooned with streamers and that a German chocolate cake, her favorite, was waiting for her. People were wearing party hats. But, as Harris writes in “107 Days,” her account of her brief stint as the 2024 Democratic Presidential nominee, there was also a helium balloon marked “with fat numerals: 60,” even though her team knew full well that she had “stopped counting birthdays a long time ago.” And so, “I looked at them with a big smile when I landed my stiletto heel in the middle of that balloon.”

The day, as she describes it, gets worse. Her staff had planned to book a nicer-than-usual hotel, but the establishment they chose, in Philadelphia, “looked like it hadn’t been redone since the 70’s.” Her husband, Doug Emhoff, hitherto a stalwart, is exhausted (he’s been campaigning in Michigan) and doesn’t get it together to plan a special meal. He had a present—a gold-and-pearl necklace—but she susses out that it is a repurposed gift, originally meant for their anniversary, two months earlier. That night, when she gets in the tub and he doesn’t hear her calling for help getting an out-of-reach towel, because he’s turned on a baseball game, it’s “a bridge too far.” They are soon in the midst of a full-blown argument, which ends only when Emhoff says, “We can’t turn on each other.” The truth of those words, Harris writes, “landed on me like a bucket of ice water.”

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