“SUPREME COURTSHIP [is] Christopher Buckley’s crisp, knowing, recently published Washington satire.  . . . Satire works best when it hews close to the line between the outlandish and the possible—and as that line continues to grow thinner, the satirist’s task becomes ever more difficult. Buckley planted his plot on the other side of possibility and no doubt figured he was safe there. Ah, but he underestimated America in 2008. Just days before SUPREME COURTSHIP hit the bookstores, Republican presidential nominee John McCain, having had his first two candidates for running mate pooh-poohed by the right wing of his party, decided in a fit of pique to settle on an all but unknown he had just met: Alaska governor Sarah Palin. Like Buckley’s heroine, Palin is a looker and a talker, and she’s just as thin on the résumé. . . . The McCain-Palin platform of fewer earmarks, more domestic drilling, an endless war, and the cute Tina Fey thing just isn’t going to cut it. Please don’t make Christopher Buckley’s job any harder.”

--Graydon Carter, Vanity Fair

“Once again, Buckley returns to his pet theme: the vanity and perfidy of the capital’s ruling elite. And once again he delivers serious insights along with antics . . . Buckley has fun with the court’s fractious politics and even more fun riffing on the strange creatures and customs of its marble halls . . . Buckley lampoons as an insider. A onetime speechwriter for George H.W. Bush, he knows the monograms on the linens and has supped with kings. But he’s more an anthropologist than a settler of scores. His own libertarian-leaning politics shine through his narratives without weighing them down. And he’s admirably fair-minded, skewering politically correct crusaders on one page and holy-rolling bigots on the next. His villains are Washington’s ideologues, left and right, whose principles always boil down to self-regard. Buckley’s heart belongs to the outsiders and mavericks who see through all the spin. Each of his novels may be light as air, but bit by bit they’re building up into a significant social portrait, the beginnings of a vast Comédie-Washingtonienne . . . At a time of high political absurdity, Buckley remains our sharpest guide to the capital, and amore serious one than we may suppose.”

—Blake Wilson, New York Times Book Review

"The premise of Christopher Buckley's new political comedy, Supreme Courtship, isn't all that far-fetched. In fact… this novel could more accurately be called near-fetched -- disarmingly, hilariously so... You'll be belly-laughing through Buckley's byzantine plot, which includes Peester v. Spendo-Max Corp., a case in which a male shoplifter stuffing merchandise into a burqa sues the Reno police force for racial and religious profiling, and ends with the Supreme Court deciding a presidential election. As the president sighs, "It's not as though we haven't been there before." Last go-around, it wasn't quite so uproarious."

-- Lisa Zeidner, Washington Post 

“Buckley’s ingenious and mischievous tale of a Washington shakeup via an injection of good old American authenticity is funny and entertaining . . . clever, merry, escapist.”

—Donna Seaman, Booklist

"Hilarious . . . the book is full of wry observations on the follies of Washington high life. What makes it laugh-out-loud funny is Buckley's sense of how little you have to exaggerate to make Washington seem absurd."

—New York Daily News

"As Jon Stewart proves, Washington is an easy target to satirize with its hypocrisy, ego-powered politicians and endless hot-air emissions. What sets Buckley apart is his ability to mock Washington yet convey a genuine admiration for many of its residents . . . Buckley remains hilarious."

—USA Today

"[Supreme Courtship] is full of such tasty nuggets, along with arcane Latin phrases and mirth-inducing names like Blyster Forkmorgan . . . One of the book's telling points is that he never mentions which political parties these folks represent, and you realize it doesn't much matter. When you are sketching a political cartoon, donkeys and elephants alike are juicy targets."

—Hartford Courant