No, it's not the story about another reprobate governor, but rather a very satisfying, bittersweet 1958 novel by John P. Marquand, a top-drawer (and extremely successful) American novelist of the middle decades of the 20th century. In Marquand's perfected flashback style, in which a lifetime is fleshed out in the real-time space of  a couple of days, the novel brings us Thomas Harrow, a long successful playwright who has gone belly-up financially, as he takes stock of life, love and art.    

I just finished it and thought it was made a much better ending to the day than lurid reports of STD's and Spitzerian yuck.

And you can get it for one cent.