Andrew Ross Sorkin, Tommy Tune and an Ass Slap

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Mr. Sorkin at another thing years ago.

The Transom spun around as a feminine (but firm) hand slapped our ass.

“You’re a reporter, obviously?” said a woman well into her second of something strong, in a first-floor room of the University Club on Tuesday afternoon.

We answered in the affirmative and then were told that an introduction to E.F. Hutton’s 84-year-old daughter was available if we wanted. And that Tommy Tune was standing right over there (he was). We then asked: “Is this the Young Men’s/Women’s Real Estate Association luncheon?” It was a reasonable question.

After being answered by laughter, we moved briskly out of the room across the club’s lobby and into another space, where The New York Times’s Andrew Ross Sorkin, he largely of Dealbook fame, was about to speak at the association’s monthly gathering. The real estate types greeted Mr. Sorkin like a rock star. Most of them, we gathered, had at least seen the recent HBO version of Too Big to Fail.

Mr. Sorkin talked about the birth of the book that begat the movie.

“I had just gotten home,” Mr. Sorkin said of the wee small hours of Sept. 16, 2008, the day after the collapse of Lehman Brothers. He had just finished a front-page story for The Times. “And I was very desperate to talk to somebody about it—I just couldn’t believe what was going on—and given the hour, and given I had nobody to talk to, I woke up my wife.”

An excitable Mr. Sorkin recounted to his love all the machinations involved in the financial world’s collapse, replete with his heroes, villains and plot arcs.

“You’re not going to believe it. It’s like a movie!”

“No, Andrew, it’s like a book.”

Toward the end of his speech, Mr. Sorkin turned serious. Morbid even.“Things are not going to get better any time soon,” he said, referring to sluggish job growth. “I’m expecting a remarkable bloodbath on Wall Street, with layoffs in the fall.”

Tommy Tune, where are you now?