Most Americans don't know Rudy Giuliani the way New Yorkers do: as an outlandish, manic, mean, and sometimes inspired mayor who ran the city in a style "much closer to that of a banana-republic potentate than to your average city administrator's," writes Michael Wolff. What Wolff wants to consider is whether Rudy is actually clinically crazy.
Not that that's necessarily a fatal flaw in a candidate. All that lunacy—all that personality—could be his ticket to the White House. He counsels Rudy against trying to clean up. "Stay away from those mealymouthed Barbara and Oprah interviews," Wolff warns. "That's no place for a son of a bitch."