In My Friendship with Norman Mailer and Gore Vidal: How They Buried the Hatchet, I explain how I convinced both men to sit down for a joint interview. Getting these literary lions together with their claws not protruding was not easy.
For those of us who grew up in the suburbs in the pre-home video, pre-Internet and pre-cable TV 1970s and early '80s, there were few dangerous pleasures as heady as sneaking into an R-rated movie at the local multiplex.
President Barack Obama's political sepulcher will be war. His extinguishment as a political comet could have been avoided if he had respected the exclusive constitutional responsibility of Congress to commence war.
Usually I steer clear of politics. Normally I follow Mr. Ed's wise dictum "don't speak unless you've got something to say." But in the case of my old buddy Carl Paladino, I can remain muzzled no longer.
Captain Kosher's parting shots last week set off dynamite in Rachel, aka Boobiac, which detonated in Kristen's face the moment Boobiac won HOH a second time, thus demonstrating that she is the Empress Caligulotta.