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...what, one might ask, if Liz Smith has acknowledged that she sometimes doesn't check the accuracy of her items? So what if in her column she dispenses advice to Ivana and can't keep straight if she is friend or journalist? So what if Suzy claims to have attended a party when she did not? So what if in the nitwit pantheon of gossip Claus Von Bulow, Sydney Biddle Barrows and Jessica Hahn are celebrated in the same tones as people of genuine accomplishment...
...years in the African Gulag. Mandela had himself become a celebrity to be regarded through the cynical eye of this New Journalism, the subject of its infectious, abbreviated tone, the obsession with appearance as opposed to substance. These are the warning signs of meltdown. Ciao, Nelson. Hello, Donald. Hello, Ivana...
There she was, blond and bedizened and bravely unbowed, pictured on the front page of the newspaper to which she had confided her most private conversations. No, not Ivana Trump. The woman standing next to her, the one commanding equal attention in that come-to-tell-all photo: syndicated gossip columnist Liz Smith of the New York Daily News, the shoulder La Trump chose to cry on when she wanted to tell the whole world what she thought of the man who had left her. They stood side by side, equals and friends and newsmakers, the aspirant to a jumbo...
...Mehle, veteran writer of the Post's "Suzy" column, syndicated to more than 100 newspapers, plus Smith's Daily News colleague William Norwich, New York Newsday's James Revson and a phalanx of others from all over. Even London dailies were grabbing at the story, pursuing the angle of Ivana's brief first marriage to an Austrian ski pal. We're not talking just the wacky supermarket scandal sheets, whose more enticing headlines last week included JAMES DEAN IS ALIVE!, CHEERS STAR'S FATHER IS NAMED AS JFK KILLER, WORLD WAR II BOMBER FOUND ON MOON. Gossip is booming...
Which brings us to Donald and Ivana Trump. I recuse myself, on the grounds stated above. While I am at it, I should mention Geraldo Rivera. Also professional golf. The baby-boom generation, at least when it puts on its self-regarding tribal panoply. The collected works of Sylvester Stallone. Deconstruction. The Super Bowl. The northward migration of the killer bees. Magazine articles that describe "Blank's Lonely Fight Against Blank." Anything that Jean-Paul Sartre ever wrote, said or thought. The intellectual life of Roseanne Barr. The works of Erica Jong, who once composed a poem with this line...