Trump and the End of Politics (2016)

We see this man who looks as if he has been sculpted out of a block of Gouda cheese, and we hear the roar of acclaim, and the truth becomes somehow a secondary thing, an appendage, the chimera’s vestigial tail. Certainly truth, understood in a minimal way as a shared public standard for authentication, something that can be checked and agreed on, is irrelevant to Trump, and to the forces for which he provides a mask or figurehead. Belief, ideology – the whole intellectual apparatus of public politics – can now be bypassed. Trump himself has no politics in the traditional sense. His candidacy is a repudiation of politics, an assault on politics as a public practice. Trump is the candidate of the Deal. He is a pitch man for cutting out all that political crap once and for all...

A review of Mark Singer's 'Trump and Me' for the Guardian