Elsewhere in the paper, much to enjoy, including inside the glut of Iraq war memoirs. The Transom's favorite part: "There have been just a tremendous number of what you might call disillusioned-soldier narratives," said one editor. Ha! Go figure.

Norm Pearlstine gets blowback at Time; the journalists of D.C. are doing the White House's work by tearing each other apart; and, from the other coast, Venice is, as The Transom knew, The New Hotness— and for once, it's not gays and artists doing the gentrifying, its agents and actors. Molly Jong-Fast admits what we all know: the horrible truth is that there is no 'It' bag this summer.