SHUT UP, I’M TALKING

A funny, sometimes horrifying look at the inner workings of international government agencies.

How exactly Levey, a 25-year-old Canadian of Jewish descent, got a job with the Israeli mission to the United Nations is never made clear—to him or to us. He applied for an internship while attending law school in New York and, after being told they didn’t offer internships, was inexplicably hired as the consulate’s head speechwriter. Judging from his account of the UN, the employees at this global association of governments devoted as much time to hijinks as to maintaining peace and equity around the world. Levey offers amusing anecdotes about wacky co-workers, and he makes speechwriting seem cooler than even Aaron Sorkin imagined with tales of security screenings, UN seating arrangements that recalled junior high school and the self-defense training he underwent in Israel (in the company of Radiohead’s tour manager). But when the author describes being dispatched to a meeting about a resolution he’d never heard of, having to guess wildly at Israel’s vote, then learning that the vote was about weapons of mass destruction, readers may find the hijinks less amusing. Levey’s good humor, and the narrative’s energy, falter a bit in later sections, which chronicle his work in Israel as a speechwriter for former Prime Minister Ariel Sharon. He became disillusioned with the country, and Sharon had a stroke, but these events are related more wearily than the author’s earlier adventures.

Read it for the hilarity and the keen portraiture, but try to pretend these people don’t actually make decisions about the fate of the world.