not that pretty. oops, that was a sort of counter-productive response wasn't it?
concerned maybe generally excellent Emily Gould mistaking (or misgiving) meaning of word 'opaque'?
This is a posthumous post because at the line 'The difference between twenty-five and thirty-eight is that, at thirty-eight, when a strange man says he wants to have sex with you, you feel grateful', I died.
It is horrible his child died, but he is an arse. Also, the phrase is 'I could NOT give a shit.' 'I could give a shit' makes NO SENSE.
Looking at that Vanity Fair cover, Johnny Depp should be more worried about The Bukkake Of Photoshop.
It's either creepy as fuck or really quite innocent. Reminds me of being at school and getting collective crushes on boys we didn't know and creating fantasy lives for them and reporting to one another if we saw them and what they were wearing. If we'd had blogs we probably would have done it online. (But it was the past.) (And we would have used codenames.) (Because we didn't usually know their real names.) (Or we gave them names we thought were cooler than their real names, like - FOR SOME REASON - Jeremy.)
Those were the sales for three days, and for non-fiction in the UK they're not unusual or bad. Having a ghost writer for an autobiographer isn't exactly unusual either. Bear in mind that the Guardian is doing everything that it can to smear this book because of its own massive falling out with Assange.
I mean, he's a weird little scumball, but there is significant bias in this story.
I'm pretty sure it's not her husband who leaves the skidmarks in Fear of Flying, but one of her many grim-sounding lovers - the Jewish conductor, I think? I particularly recall Adrian the British shrink and his impotent willy that tastes of wee... Never did a supposed sex book make sex sound so unappealing.
Here is a recommended complementary trash-duet: the truly awful sequel to Fear of Flying, How to Save Your Own Life, in which so-called 'Isadora' tries to make a film of her bestselling autobiographical novel with an evil, slutty female producer; and Julia Phillips' You'll Never Eat Lunch in This Town Again, in which Julia Phillips tries to make a film of Fear of Flying with an evil, slutty Erica Jong. (And Goldie Hawn, who has BO and never washes her hair!)
And finally I bet you would like this. http://www.amazon.com/Nancy-Weber/e/B001HPMREO/ref=sr_ntt_srch_lnk_1?qid=1315518161&sr=8-1
@Ganya The NOTW is a Sunday so the 7-day Sun would simply replace it. It sold almost 3m copies a week (compare Sunday Telegraph, half a million; Observer, around 300,000).
@LondonLee or - were they planning to do this anyway?? is this a way of killing two birds with one stone?