No doubt you've seen this, and Shepherd has given a transcript of His O'liness when his TelePrompTer fails. But here one disaster is on YouTube:

I can't sit through it all, even though I am not known for the quality of my mercy to socialists.

Jack Cashill of The American Thinker here thinks it entirely possible that Bill Ayers ghosted Dreams From My Father. Let's never forget that Ayers, from the Weather Underground, gave Obama his coming-out party into politics, and that Ayers boasted about constructing nail bombs that exploded and killed three Weathermen: "Guilty as sin, free as a bird, it's a great country."

Bill Ayers
Cashill in much more detail details how before Obama putatively wrote his first book, he had virtually a nonexistent paper trail.

But before that just about Obama's only output was some very bad poetry. This from "Underground":

Under water grottos, caverns
Filled with apes
That eat figs.
Stepping on the figs
That the apes
Eat, they crunch.
The apes howl, bare
Their fangs, dance . . .

From this doggerel which any limerick could look down on to Dreams, which was called by Time Magazine the "best-written memoir ever produced by an American politician." Well, my opinion of Time is that I hope it uses soy-based ink so that it won't poison the fish I wrap in it.

Obama was elected president of the Harvard Law Review, which is evidently more of a popularity contest than one of merit; an online search doesn't reveal a single signed article of his in any law review.

Does his sudden ascendency to literary greatness without practice make sense? No. Is consistent with Obama's near-aphasia when the TelePrompTer fails? Yes. Will I stop asking rhetorical questions? Yes.