THE FABULIST

Mr. Ripley goes to Washington.

George Santos is consistent only in his pathological lying. To call him a “fabulist” is to denature the criminal enterprise that, this account amply reveals, motivates Santos’ every waking moment. Much of what we know about Santos owes to Newsday writer Chiusano’s dogged reporting, and the story isn’t pretty. Santos, who logged time in Brazil as a drag artist and check forger, to say nothing of a leech given to bilking his own grandmother (“He did it with others, too. He’d find someone else to borrow money from, and then disappear”), eventually wound up on Long Island, where his lies took on ever more bizarre dimensions. From working as a sales rep for a cable TV service who constantly upsold customers, he concocted a role as a high-level financial wheeler-dealer. Based on his constituency, he “seemed to recognize that a Jewish backstory could be a political tool,” regardless of his true ethnicity. In the rise of Donald Trump, he “saw another Queens native with an outsider chip on his shoulder (warranted or not) who had no political experience but was bluffing and hustling his way to the White House anyway.” How did such an obvious grifter get ahead in street-smart New York? As if channeling Herman Melville’s novel The Confidence-Man, Chiusano suggests that America is a nation of wolves and sheep, where the wolves always win: Even though he’s now under criminal indictment, Santos now claims that his cons add up to “an experience, you know, for a book or something like that.” The author also vigorously criticizes the Democrats’ opposition research, which should have turned up Santos’ record and labyrinthine lies before he ever got close to winning his congressional seat.

In a well-researched book, Chiusano offers fair warning to anyone who might consider voting for his con man subject.