SHEILA BAIR, PROSE STYLIST
If the excerpt in Fortune is anything to go by, the ghost writer behind Sheila Bair’s new book spends the bulk of his working hours banging out teen fiction. (“Still half-listening to Kovacevich, I let my gaze drift toward Kenneth Lewis, who stood awkwardly at the end of the big conference table . . . “) Think Nancy Drew Goes to Washington and you’ll know what to expect. Painful. . . . P.S. Bair’s account of Hank Paulson’s jamdown of TARP money on the big banks told me nothing I didn’t already know, except for how she was gazing at Ken Lewis. . . . . Maybe things pick up in the part where she rips Tim Geithner a new one. . .