In a city built on monuments and myths, the condiments of power have gone bad.
Behind closed doors, a President unravels-one ketchup bottle at a time. In the streets, the water turns green. In the halls of government, loyalty is currency, truth is graffiti, and nobody knows who's in charge anymore.
From the West Wing to the Reflecting Pool, Damn Vandals is a darkly funny, razor-sharp novel about a nation losing its grip-and the people still trying to hold on.