As he skewers the cliches of anti-americanism in France, American critics are puzzled and flustered by the snippets of americana he chooses to explore the national psyche. Cooperstown, Las Vegas, Alcatraz? Therein lies the difficulty of this exercise that seeks to capitalize on the (relative) fame that his previous book, a 'reality fiction' on the assassination of Wall Street correspondent Daniel Pearl, has earned him in the United States.
To the French, BHL needs to justify his confidence in the American experience with anecdotical and analytical evidence - preferrably on somewhat familiar ground.
To the American, he wants to show that he understands their idiosyncrasies and the nuances of their culture.
He just might end up satisfying neither, no matter how brilliant his stylish gliding through the American political and cultural landscape.
He has not helped his cause by incarnating a caricature of himself on his blitz publicity tour: the "celebrity" playboy, describing in purposely 'shocking' terms his affair with America. Which is of course perfect for BHL, the casual philosopher - his vertigo is a the quickie.


