I Am Martin Eisenstadt: One Man's (Wildly Inappropriate) Adventures with the Last Republicans

In the days after the 2008 presidential election, we heard that Sarah Palin thought Africa was one big country. We heard that the leak came from Martin Eisenstadt, a McCain policy adviser. And then, within forty-eight hours, we heard that he was a fraud, a fake, and that Martin Eisenstadt didn't exist.

Maybe he doesn't. But in a world where "news" can spread like wildfire on the Internet and a hoax can tell you more about politics than the facts, Martin Eisenstadt whose blog and think tank fooled the world has something to tell us. With the savviness of "Primary Colors" and the playfulness of "Forrest Gump," his book is a mix of political intrigue, campaign-trail escapades, and cyberspace detective work. From debate preparation with Sarah Palin to his mother's basement (yes, he still lives at home), from Liberation of Iraq softball games to "Saturday Night Live"; from his campaign for casinos in the Green Zone to happy hour in Washington, we follow a neocon pundit on his travels. This is "his "version of the election campaign.

Martin Eisenstadt: Hoaxster? Hero? You decide."