Romney and chief strategist need not ask for whom the bell tolls

OPINION:The Hemingway-like Stuart Stevens has steered the Republican campaign into calamity, writes MAUREEN DOWD

SOMETIMES IN the course of human events we must ask, as Ernest Hemingway did in The Snows of Kilimanjaro, what is that leopard doing at this altitude? As a candidate, Mitt Romney is awkward, off-putting and hollow, so bad that if he were a Bain company he would shut himself down.

The billion-dollar Republican campaign should be sweeping the floor with the deflated president Barack Obama after four years of 8 per cent-plus unemployment. Yet it is curdling. The small donations have dried up; how long before the big money follows? We must also ask the Hemingway question about Stuart Stevens, the Hemingway manqué running Mitt’s campaign. “The Square and the Flair,” the New Republic dubbed the synthetic candidate and his sentient adviser, who started as Eudora Welty’s paper boy and lived by the Oscar Wilde maxim: “Nothing succeeds like excess.” The 58-year-old Mississippi native has written a sexy political novel, scripts for Northern Exposure and Evelyn Waugh-style travel odysseys.

He was a consultant for George Clooney on The Ides of March and has written a HBO docudrama about George W Bush’s warrantless domestic spying programme, centred on the New York Times’s decision to publish the article by James Risen and Eric Lichtblau that exposed it.

It’s hard to believe that the self-styled Renaissance man who wrote this in Feeding Frenzy – “But next there was the Fricassée De Homard Breton Au Jus De Viande aux chicons confits au gingembre et citron vert. It was fabulous, contradictory but not conflicting, every taste a surprise” – works for the Tin Man, whose favourite meal is chocolate milk and peanut butter.

Stevens skied 100 miles to the North Pole and cycled 450 miles through the Pyrenees. He wrote a piece for Outside magazine about taking steroids for a French bike race. After Oxford and UCLA film school, he fell into politics as an escapade, and he likes to maintain that larky affect.

In 2000, when he worked for Bush, as New Hampshire Republicans headed to the polls on primary day to deliver a near-fatal 19-point drubbing of his candidate, Stevens headed out from his hotel carrying skis. Asked by a reporter about his insouciance, he said there was nothing he could do at that point.

But his “devil-may-care routine”, as the New Republic calls it, may be wearing thin. This isn’t merely a plot line for some future script.

This is the real deal.

You get the sense that the strategist considers himself cooler than the candidate, that he’s too hip to walk through fire for Mitt and that he lacks confidence that Romney could be a better campaigner. He treats Mitt like a cardboard cutout, never asking him to risk anything or pushing him to be big, bold and inspirational.