Not to worry.
I spent last night reading through the most recent edition. What could be better than a few hours reading about the following:
1. What Henry Paulson thought about his tour of duty as Treasury Secretary and how he thought he did in trying to stave off total financial ruin.
2. What 18 year old Levi Johnston really thinks about his almost mother-in-law Sarah Palin and her dysfunctional household.
3. How they caught the Boston University medical student who killed the “masseuse” he engaged on Craigslist.
4. What happened when Jackie and Bobby Kennedy hired William Manchester to write the official history of President Kennedy’s assassination.
5. How Walter Annenberg’s daughter Wallis is running the Annenberg Foundation and what it means, especially for Los Angeles
And my favorite, the story of the death of Georgian tycoon Badri Patarkatsishvili, and what has happened to all those billions (dollars and rubles). It’s a story that is too extraordinary even to be fiction.
Now, there were a couple of articles about the economy that I thought a bit boring. And I really don’t care about LeBron James, so I didn’t read his memoir. And I hardly ever read the sound-bite columns (I don’t know what you call them), which give you a sentence or a short paragraph about people who may be well know to most Americans, but are absolutely foreign to me.
But, for a magazine to have so much, every month, I think is pretty extraordinary.
So, once again, three cheers for Vanity Fair.