George Names an Editor, Maxim Raids Details

Frank Lalli, the new, surprise editor of George magazine, started work at 9:30 A.M. on Nov. 30. He wasn’t taking John F. Kennedy Jr.’s empty office but was sitting just outside of it, in the office of Kennedy’s assistant, RoseMarie Terenzio. Ms. Terenzio left the magazine shortly after the October memorial issue closed. Mr. Lalli Read More

Blair Witch Innocence Scares Media Fatheads

I went to see The Blair Witch Project in the theater where it premiered, the Angelika, and left in a daze, wondering what all the fuss was about. Only later did it occur to me that the response to the film is the shadow to the public madness surrounding the crash of John F. Kennedy Read More

In Lite Politics, Only Fame Matters

A few words, if you can bear any more, which touch fleetingly upon the death of John F. Kennedy Jr. Somewhere in the mass of stories were suggestions that had he been granted his full allotment of three score and 10, he very likely would have run for public office. And at least one political Read More

Searching for Intimacy With the Gods of Fame

I happened to be away from New York during the third week of July. When I left, it was a city in the United States. When I got back, it was a city in India. The Kennedy residence on N. Moore Street has become a Hindu shrine.

These outpourings take place in southern Asia all Read More

No Assistants. No Entourage. Just John.

PARIS-As hope here faded that CNN would interrupt its global broadcast with the image of John F. Kennedy Jr. rising from the sea near Martha’s Vineyard with his wife Carolyn, and her sister Lauren, safe in his arms, the fashion world mourned, too.

Where were you when John F. Kennedy was shot? Where were Read More

J.F.K. Jr.’s Death Hits Us in Our Homes

I’m not one of those who cried at the televised images of Princess Di’s funeral. I have always sniffed at the hot-air-bloated emotion that follows in the wake of celebrity disaster or triumph. Something democratic in me resists the lure of paparazzi-designated royalty. I don’t grieve, not sincerely grieve, for people I don’t personally know, Read More

John Kennedy, New Yorker

New York doesn’t have room to bury its very important dead. Ulysses Grant, of course, is up on Morningside Heights. A few old bishops rest in the crypts at St. John the Divine, and some cardinals lie under St. Patrick’s. Some dusty patriots fill the yard way down beside Trinity Church. But when Gershwin or Read More