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. . .