Of the making of books about the lives and loves of the 42nd president of the United States and his first lady there seems to be no end. Why this should be the case is not quite so easy to answer as some might think. True, Clinton’s presidency has been dogged by scandal — sexual, financial, and political — and scandal is fast becoming the great profit center of the American publishing industry. On the other hand, as the present quadrennial silly season nears its end, there is good reason to believe that large numbers of the consumers of these books will be quite prepared to cast their ballots without reference to any of the misbehavior that they have with such voracious appetite been reading about. They will have gobbled up the stories of Bill Clinton’s sexual frivolities and all-around light-mindedness along with those of Hillary Rodham Clinton’s heedless and aggressive campaign to hold herself above the law, and yet they will march themselves to the polling place and cheerfully vote to keep the Clintons in the White House. In short, they may be licking their chops as readers, but as citizens they seem to be unmoved.