What is the sound of one hand shaking? A dull thud. The hand (a stuffed glove on a stick for ""gladhanding"" politicians) is typical of Californian Lowell Darling's self-indulgent gubernatorial challenge to Jerry Brown in 1977, and this even more self-indulgent account of that effort. Actually, the first half of this outpouring is simply an overlong introduction to Darling: dubbing his woman friend ""the Killer""; deciding from a phone booth he must be in Berkeley because ""everyone looks like they care""; explaining that living in Los Angeles rather than New York means choosing ""sun over culture""; and planning a gubernatorial platform to include $30,000-a-year for every Californian (just cut other government spending) and making murderers eat their victims. When Darling does turn to a diary format, he treats us to more of the same--""It's Easter and I'm not rising""--interspersed with passing references to press conferences and interviews, endless interludes on dreams and biorhythm charts, and mention of a Beverly Hills cocktail party thrown him by Hildegarde. Fortunately, Darling did not survive the primary, so his story is mercifully short. Witless and puerile, but a sure tribute to our elective process.