Over the past three years, Bill Clinton and James Patterson have developed a bankable formula: In their previous thriller, a U.S. president went missing. In their new thriller, a president’s daughter goes missing.
If this keeps up, someday we’ll have to read a thriller about the president’s lost cat, his missing keys, an errant sock.
And why not? “The President Is Missing” was the best-selling novel of 2018, demonstrating that, as in politics, nothing sells like name recognition. Tellingly, “The President’s Daughter” opens with a shout-out to Washington superagent Robert Barnett, who convinced these two American brands they could cash in yet again. It’s the economy, stupid.