Assured, serene and unaccountably sad -- perhaps because the beauty it describes is so fleeting -- it can be seen in the program called "American Life".
But the world Campbell describes is so alien to Jeremy Corbyn's Labour that it barely makes sense to compare the two.
Reviewing it for the Guardian, Anne Enright described it as "seven perfect short stories" in which "the hurts she describes are so ancient and keen that we find ourselves scrabbling for a timeline".
In fact, the people he describes are so industrious, so optimistic, so indefatigable that one is left with the feeling that they were destined to prevail over the United States simply because they cannot tolerate the notion of defeat.
Contemporary rural Ireland is once again portrayed as a site of venality, inbreeding and violence, but the production's contempt for the society it describes is so overwhelming that it becomes an assault on the sensibilities.
Tolkien is the master of creativity, and the various landscapes he describes are so other-worldly and mesmerizing that I almost believe in their existence.
Yet, the pain that Terry describes is so searing that I assume that closeted individuals would make other choices if they could see beyond their fear.
The Enchanter: Nabokov and Happiness is a book that's almost impossible to describe, being so unlike anything else I've ever come across.
Canapes at a fancy party are "small chops", or popular Nigerian artists describe being so in love they don't mind that keeping a lady will "chop my money".
In the weeds is a great way to describe being so busy you can't think about anything other than what is in front of your face.
