By Jonathan Shipley
Filling in this week for an ill Jonathan Shipley.
Vanity for the Bonfire
Vanity Fair‘s massive 500-page March issue is out and causing hernias everywhere. We might be able to take Graydon Carter’s convenient political moralizing more seriously if his Editor’s Letter didn’t appear after 121 pages of smelly advertising. Of course, it is the annual, Oscar-ready Hollywood issue, but how disheartening to have to wade through endless Burberry, Grey Goose, and Dolce & Gabbana ads to find the world-class work of the legendary investigative duo, Don Barlett and James Steele, who examine a McLean, Virginia company with 9,000 government contracts, most in secret intelligence. Which is kind of what Barlett and Steele provide to Vanity Fair.
Not to be missed in the vanity-run-amok department is Michael Wolff’s column on disgraced O.J. Simpson publisher Judith Regan. Wolff is a world-class twit who knows far less of whence he speaks on media matters than reputed, but he happens to have known Regan since college and writes that he has heard her anti-Semitic garbage for years. Wolff confesses he used to find it funny.
Posted on February 21, 2007