KARL ROVE IN . . . . GQ?

To be with Rove is to listen to a man who is utterly articulate and insightful and at the same time utterly…what’s the word? Plain? Normal? Caucasian? . . . The nondescript gray suit and overcoat, the geeky glasses and bald-on-the-top-with-peach-fuzz do, the briefcase (in middle school, he was the only kid with a briefcase, which pretty much sums it up). In what ways is he cool? We can’t help but ask. “None,” he says. “I am the antithesis of cool.”

And he seems okay with that.