Steve Dunleavy Snowplow Shocker!
In the opening pages of Tabloid Baby , television producer Burt Kearns’ memoir about the rise and fall of tabloid television, he writes that New York Post reporter Steve Dunleavy, “the ageless legend with his silver pompadour, eagle beak profile and rakish charisma, was the paragon of everything that made journalism romantic and dangerous. He was friend to cops and criminals, bums and kings. He knew the words to any show tune you could toss at him.” And then Mr. Kearns gets to the point: “Dunleavy, it was said, would fuck anyone, do anything– fuck anything –for a story.”
In journalistic parlance, that is the nut graph to Mr. Kearns’ first-person account of his immersion in the sweaty, up-all-night 120-proof world of tabloid television that media mogul Rupert Murdoch brought to America when he imported a band of Australian “wild pirates,” as Mr. Kearns referred to them in a phone interview, to run the American TV and media properties that he had purchased. In addition to Mr. Dunleavy, there was Peter Brennan, whom Mr. Kearns credits as the father of tabloid TV, and a young writer-producer named Wayne Darwen who was rarely without his milk carton full of vodka. (“Oy’m a wombat, baby,” Mr. Darwen would say, according to Mr. Kearns. “Eats roots and leaves.”) Rounding out the (hard-) core pirates were Mr. Kearns, a New Yorker who came by way of producing news for WNBC-TV and WNEW-TV (which became WNYW when Mr. Murdoch bought it), and a ponytailed Lithuanian Jew from Baltimore named Rafael Abramovitz.
Tabloid Baby , which was published without an index by a Nashville house called Celebrity Books ($27.95), chronicles the genesis of A Current Affair , Hard Copy and the tabloid TV genre, which caught fire in the mid-to-late 1980’s with the Robert Chambers preppy murder case and the Rob Lowe sex tape scandal (which is covered in a chapter called “Rob Lowe’s Big Dick”) and essentially came to an end with the O.J. Simpson trial, when the Big Three Networks and The New York Times decided they could hold out no more.
Mr. Kearns’ and his fellow pirates’ attitudes toward the networks is best exemplified in a chapter labeled “Jeff Greenfield Is a Big Fat Humorless Putz,” which details what happens when cameramen for the show Mr. Kearns is producing, Premier Story , were sent to tail then-ABC analyst Jeff Greenfield as he attempts to get in on the O.J. action. Mr. Greenfield, who is now a senior analyst at CNN, said his recollection of the incident was that it “was not journalism. This was thuggery.” As for the chapter title, Mr. Greenfield said that because the word putz “is a term of art,” he did not take issue with it, but he did not agree with the “Big Fat” or “Humorless” descriptions. In regard to his weight, Mr. Greenfield said: “I welcome him to check me out.” He then added: “Humorless? I don’t know. I do Imus every couple of weeks. He generally doesn’t have humorless folks on the show.”
Mr. Kearns employs a more affectionate version of this warts-and-all tabloid cheekiness when recounting the exploits of his own comrades, and Tabloid Baby is peppered with stories that have been making the rounds of the city’s tabloid newsrooms for years. For instance, he writes that during his first encounter with Mr. Dunleavy, “Dunleavy extended a bony hand, smiled, began to speak–and his false front tooth fell out of his mouth and plopped into my drink.”
Indeed, if the book justifies anything, it’s that Mr. Dunleavy deserves his title as the Keith Richards of tabloid journalism.
About halfway through the book, Mr. Kearns recounts how, around the time of Joey Buttafuoco’s rise to fame, Mr. Dunleavy in the midst of telling a joke at Elaine’s, begins to choke on his steak. Before Mr. Kearns could administer the Heimlich, and with Valerie Perrine and Sam Shepard watching in horror, Mr. Dunleavy coughed up the killer morsel of meat. Then, “He wiped off his chin, put the handkerchief and meat in his pocket, and to Sam Shepard’s obvious horror, resumed his drinking.”
Later that evening, when he and Mr. Kearns exit Elaine’s, Mr. Kearns catches Mr. Dunleavy looking down Second Avenue, “perhaps remembering his most embarrassing and life-threatening moment after leaving this restaurant on a snowy night not too many years ago.” Perhaps struck by the majesty of the city blanketed in white, Mr. Dunleavy “and a female companion stopped to make love on a snowdrift when they were run over by a city snowplow. Dunleavy suffered a broken leg.” (Mr. Dunleavy did not return a call asking him to comment about his exploits chronicled in Tabloid Baby , but in a column about the book that he wrote for the Post , Mr. Dunleavy noted: “Of course, I normally would have sued the son-of-a-gun for what he wrote about me, but I can’t–it’s all doggone true.” )
Mr. Kearns is less clear about the veracity of what he calls “the most famous Dunleavy and Brennan legend of all”; and with good reason. The story involves the two men allegedly taking a hit out on Ian Rae, the loyal Murdoch soldier with the nickname, “The Pig,” who had been brought in to oversee the development of A Current Affair .
Mr. Kearns writes that in the early years of A Current Affair , Mr. Brennan and Mr. Dunleavy “decided in a late night drinking bout that Ian Rae had brought them such misery that he deserved to die. The two of them were pissed as a couple of wine cellar rats, full as a state school, but Dunleavy managed to find the bar phone and dial up an old buddy, a union man known to take care of such requests.”
In Mr. Kearns’ recounting of the legend, Mr. Dunleavy “went back to the vodka” and didn’t realize what he’d done until a few hours later. When, according to Mr. Kearns’ story, he tried to rouse Mr. Brennan, Mr. Brennan mumbled: “Fuck the Pig. The Pig must die.”
When Mr. Dunleavy then tried to call back the union man, he found that he had already left for work. “I called in a hit on Ian Rae!” Mr. Dunleavy is alleged to have said. “It’s not free, you know. What was I thinking? What were we drinking–”.
Mr. Dunleavy’s remarks were then supposedly interrupted by the arrival of Mr. Rae in the office, which prompted Mr. Dunleavy to plant a big one on Mr. Rae.
Mr. Kearns writes about the legend in relation to his own thoughts about hiring someone to kneecap an old beau of his girlfriend, but when he brings up the Rae story to Mr. Dunleavy, saying: “You tried to take out the Pig!” Mr. Dunleavy replies: “That’s bullshit, it’s just a fucking story.”
Mr. Kearns’ book shows that even when the tabloid TV men weren’t on a story they couldn’t help acting like pirates. There’s a gruesome scene in 1991 that involves Mr. Kearns getting in a good-natured dust-up with former Good Day New York personality Gordon Elliott while Mr. Elliott is driving a carload of tequila-fueled swashbucklers on a mission to find Heidi Fleiss’ home. Mr. Kearns ends up being thrown from the moving car and then later gets hit in the face by one of his own cowboy boots (thrown by Mr. Elliott, of course). In a moment of tenderness, Mr. Elliott “held open my blood-spouting mouth and stuck his meaty fingers inside, feeling around gently to see if he’d knocked loose any teeth.” In reality, a hole had been ripped in Mr. Kearns’ cheek and a torn blood vessel had become a gusher. The front of Mr. Elliott’s rental car “looked like a fucking abattoir,” wrote Mr. Kearns, who landed in the hospital. Later, he added: “Gordon wouldn’t drink again for a couple of years.”
Then there’s the time that the tabloid guys are having dinner at Odeon and they spy David Letterman dining with an entourage at another table. Knowing that Mr. Letterman is unhappy with them for airing an interview with Margaret Ray, the woman who kept breaking into his Connecticut house (and would later commit suicide), they send over a cheap bottle of wine with a note that employs one of Mr. Letterman’s catch phrases at the time: Bite me.
According to Mr. Kearns, the note said: “To Dave: Bite Us. Drink This.” But Mr. Letterman “read the card, dropped it and resumed his conversation. He didn’t even crack a smile.”
Eventually, a lot of people began to feel the same way about the no-holds-barred mentality of the tabloid television guys, even as the networks began invading some of their turf. “We got a lot of people in power angry at us,” said Mr. Kearns, who eventually realized, “If you’re going to run with the pirates, in the end you walk the plank.”
Mr. Kearns, who married Alison Holloway, the correspondent of one of his tabloid shows, Premier Story , is now the father of a son. After leaving the tabloid TV business, he made a living as a professional gambler, but he has since returned to producing. He said he has produced an hourlong documentary for the Animal Planet cable network and was co-producer on an HBO piece called Panic! about anxiety attacks. But Mr. Kearns said his most recent producing job was Fox’s When Good Pets Go Bad II .
Mr. Kearns will be traveling to New York on Dec. 1 for a panel about tabloid and celebrity journalism that will take place at 6 P.M. at Borders book store on Park Avenue. Mr. Kearns said Mr. Dunleavy will moderate the discussion.
Will Saul Steinberg Get His $50 Million?
The financial news of the last several months has been filled with grim forecasts for Saul Steinberg’s once-healthy insurance holding company, Reliance Group Holdings Inc. On the home front, however, the 60-year-old businessman is poised not only to set a price record, but also to make one of the largest profits ever on a piece of Manhattan residential real estate.
On Nov. 22, real estate sources said, Mr. Steinberg asked Kathy Steinberg, a broker with Edward Lee Cave Inc. and his onetime sister-in-law, to sell his 34-room penthouse at 740 Park Avenue, a portion of the enormous domicile that once belonged to John D. Rockefeller. (Ms. Steinberg is the ex-wife of Saul’s brother, Reliance Group chief operating officer Robert Steinberg.) Although no definite asking price has been set, brokers with knowledge of the situation said Ms. Steinberg expects to sell the apartment for a minimum of $40 million, and there have been whispers of higher figures–as high as $50 million–as well.
Those figures are even more striking given that when Mr. Steinberg first bought the property, during a real estate market low in the early 1970’s, he paid $225,000.
At an estimated 25,000 square feet, the sprawling domicile is probably the largest apartment in Manhattan. The co-op, which is located on the Upper East Side’s gold coast, was designed in 1929 by the architect Rosario Candela, and its social cachet has persisted into the post-Rockefeller era. Along with Mr. Steinberg and his third wife, Gayfryd Steinberg, the building is home to such social and entrepreneurial big shots as Courtney Ross, the widow of Time Warner chairman Steve Ross; Rand Araskog, the former ITT Corporation chief; Ronald Lauder, the chairman of Estée Lauder International. Last April, a 14-room, middle-floor apartment raised eyebrows by selling for $14 million; things have changed since then.
Elizabeth Stribling, president of the brokerage firm Stribling & Associates and herself a fixture on the Manhattan social scene, remembered the apartment as a “white elephant” at the time Mr. Steinberg bought it. Since then, the penthouse has undergone a thorough redecoration by the late designer Mark Hampton. It has also been adorned with Mr. Steinberg’s extensive art collection. “It’s certainly one of the greatest apartments ever,” said one broker of the results.
Edward Hayes, a Manhattan lawyer who is friendly with the Steinbergs, said the apartment is “like a museum.” He added that Mr. Steinberg has “one of the most impressive art collections I’ve ever seen.”
After 35 years of leadership of the Manhattan-based insurance house, Mr. Steinberg is attempting to pay down a mountain of debt through an initial public offering of one of Reliance’s businesses. (The I.P.O. is scheduled for early next year.) The company’s stock price is hovering around $4 a share, and Reliance’s insurance ratings may soon take a considerable downturn. It’s a long way from Mr. Steinberg’s 50th party in 1989, when live models were hired to re-enact tableaux vivants of old masters paintings–including one actress who posed nude for a re-creation of Rembrandt’s Danae –on the lawn of the Steinbergs’ Quogue, L.I., summer home.
With Reliance in a troubled period, speculation has it that Mr. Steinberg is looking to downsize apartments, enabling him to keep much of the profit from the penthouse sale. Meanwhile, real estate sources said, Kathy Steinberg will be sizing up potential buyers and their assets with a magnifying glass. Ms. Steinberg did not return calls for comment. Saul Steinberg had no comment at press time.
The Transom Also Hears
… Don’t add 60 Minutes executive producer Don Hewitt’s name to the list of New Yorkers praising Paul Thomas Anderson’s new film, Magnolia . After Mr. Hewitt saw the film at a small, private screening at Bryan Bantry’s Goose Creek estate in Wainscott, L.I., on Nov. 27, a Transom spy overheard the 60 Minutes man telling someone, “I liked The Insider better.” Interestingly, Magnolia co-stars Philip Baker Hall, who played Mr. Hewitt in The Insider , but Mr. Hewitt told The Transom that had nothing to do with his opinion of the film.
… Blink and you’ll miss him, but that’s New York man-about-town Dennis Stein playing a club owner in Woody Allen’s new film Sweet and Lowdown . The Transom spotted Mr. Stein during a Nov. 29 screening of the film that was hosted by The New Yorker at the Sony headquarters screening room. Producer Jean Doumanian said that Mr. Stein, who was once engaged to Elizabeth Taylor, “is someone that Woody has seen at Elaine’s for ages and ages. And every time he’d see Woody, he’d tell him a joke and say, ‘How about me in one of your movies?'” Well, added Ms. Doumanian, “his perseverance paid off.”
Mr. Stein did not return a phone call to his home.