Marie Antoinette was loudly booed in Cannes. Well, why not? Who is Sofia Coppola to deliver a revisionist view of the French Revolution—to the French? Some critics chalked it up to typical French mal élevé. But now that this gilded fleur-de-lis has landed with a 10-ton thud at the New York Film Festival (with a Read More
Diana, by Sarah Bradford. Viking, 443 pages, $25.95.
The Palace Diaries: A Story Inspired by Twelve Years of Life Behind Palace Gates, by Sarah Goodall and Nicholas Monson. Mainstream, 318 pages, £12.99.
The Way We Were: Remembering Diana, by Paul Burrell. William Morrow, 288 pages, $25.95.
H.R.H., by Danielle Steel. Delacorte, 336 pages, $27.
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I have never felt more regal, smug or self-satisfied. This, I mused as I gloated over the unbelievably fortuitous arrival in New York this week of Hurricane Charmilla, must be how she feels when she snuggles up in bed at night—-gin and tonic in one hand, bejeweled orb in the other—with her husband, H.R.H. the Read More
On Blondes , by Joanna Pitman. Bloomsbury, 261 pages, $24.95.
If you’re sitting at a dinner party, and you look around and see that more than half the women have the same streaky blond hair, blame it on Homer. He was the one who first gave the epithet “golden” to Aphrodite and caused women Read More
A J.F.K. Jr. Memorial?
The crowds that lined the streets of TriBeCa this past summer to drop off flowers, candles and notes outside the North Moore Street loft of John F. Kennedy Jr. and Carolyn Bessette Kennedy have subsided, but cars still creep by and tourists still pester the local merchants for directions to the Read More
What next? we asked as the satellite dishes came down and the remote trucks pulled away from the Los Angeles courthouse where the Trial of the Century had just ended. O.J. Simpson had walked away a free man, but we knew that we, the media, had incurred a great cost.
In short order, we Read More
So I get a call from a producer on the Today show who wanted to know if I was willing to be interviewed for a segment they were doing on Seinfeld mania, Jerry hysteria, in the run-up to the final episode. I was, needless to say, supposed to be the Dissenting Voice, a role I’m Read More
The constant reader of celebrity biographies probably begins each new book the same way: by flipping back to the index where the names flow like so many guests to a party. Although the just published autobiography of Harper’s Bazaar editor Liz Tilberis is heavy with names-big names like Diana, Princess of Wales, Hillary Clinton, Karl Read More
Jan. 17: Dear Diary. C’est moi . Phyllis Stine redux in Paris, France. Smooth flight to Orly-Sud, despite turbulent boarding at Kennedy. “Stewardess,” I asked when I got on the plane, “where’s my seat?” I’m wearing tailored, to-die-for, gray Helmut Lang trousers, a black cashmere thermal-knit top by Marc Jacobs, and crocodile stilettos from Manolo Read More
John F. Kennedy Jr. looked like a man with an Uzi when he aimed his video camera at the paparazzi outside his TriBeCa home on Nov. 16. “Hey, guy with the green jacket,” he reportedly yelled at one of the photographers. “You’re here every weekend. You’re looking for a harassment lawsuit.” From Mr. Kennedy’s perspective, Read More