WHERE TO BEGIN? because, after driving away 79% of the people who might have read this, that title really raised the stakes for whoever’s left. props to ya’ll who’re sticking it out! ❤ ❤ ❤
it’s a very personal thing, biography. take the question “why jackie?” i don’t know how to answer that without referring to the badly xeroxed women’s history handout from mrs. pavlick’s 6th grade english class. “why tabloids?” leads to a similarly intimate anecdote of my family’s mid-90s mania for antiquing. when everyone around you has a […]
i started writing about jackie because i deplored the way she was written about. shoddy writing, shoddy scholarship, shoddy story-telling. when you read 97 books about someone, certain trends begin to emerge.
John Kennedy’s victory in the 1960 presidential election raised interest in his wife to a fevered pitch. But, Jackie was adamant that she would do things on her own terms. She detested the prying and made a preemptive move to thwart conjecture about her private life. At her mother’s suggestion, Mrs. Kennedy appointed Mary Van Rensselaer Thayer— […]
(24 may 2011) biographers don’t eat. at their conferences the food is placed strategically just beyond the bar, which is surrounded by such a crush of people that one can never break through. in my many futile attempts to reach the mountains of canapés i could see on the other side of the room, i spent a significant […]
well, well. so it’s one of those mornings where i went to bed thinking i’d write about one thing and woke up to discover i needed to write about something else. because last night this struck me as nothing, beyond its imminent usefulness to me.
yaaaaaaaaa’ll, remember the sex lives of dead people: jfk edition (emotions via britney)? remember jerry oppenheimer? let’s refresh.
i mean, i had you at hello, right? you are like, holy moses, this woman is ambitious. for seriously, is there a more prodigious sex life of a dead person than that of JFK? haven’t we all of us, by this point, slept with JFK? ok. so that’s taking it a step too far. but […]
after nearly a century of intense fabulousness, zsa zsa gabor has died. cue the daily mail‘s celebration of her life as a woman who got married.
in the first of what may or may not become a recurring series… FACT TIME WITH OLINE!!! oh hey, ya’ll. i’m a legit doctor now so please note the new, highly over-educated gravitas of my lit crit here. good timing too because with the release of jackie, lo! a kennedy season is upon us. translation: […]