Judith Miller of The New York Times and Matthew Cooper of Time Magazine were both facing prison after a federal court of appeals ruled last week that there is no reporter privilege shielding them from revealing their sources in the case of Valerie Plame, the undercover C.I.A. agent whose identity was first disclosed by Robert Novak, the syndicated columnist. But they won a big one today.
An anonymous e-mailer writes:
More on Bravo's "The Daily News" from Editor & Publisher:
Keith Kelly reports that Glamour cartoonist Marisa Acocella Marchetto, wife of restaurateur Silvano Marchetto of Da Silvano, has snagged a $250,000 advance from Sonny Mehta at Knopf for a cartoon memoir of her win over the big C. "Some of the moments were not funny when they were actually happening to me,'' Mrs. Marchetto recalled last week to New York Times reporter Lola Ogunnaike. ''But my mom would be, like, 'Material, material!''' Across Manhattan, doctors bracing for a rush of patients from what Kelly calls "the media elite who frequent the restaurant," worry about how to explain that schadenfreude isn't an actual disease. —MG
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On Salon, Stephanie Zacharek calls new-wave shopping magazines like Domino heinous, insidious, anxiety-inducing, numbingly unoriginal and dictatorial, and trashes their editors for presuming readers are stupid—but then goes on to reveal that that was the idea all along.
This week, New York magazine's Look Book provides comic relief in the form of business student, Claudio di Blasi, and fashion showroom assistant, Ilaria Castelli. Claudio reveals that the United States doesn't have Dandop jeans and because of that he is "sorry for us." You should be, Claudio. Not because of the jeans but because we're fat and cannot leave our house without the assistance of a crane. And every night we masturbate while sobbing. After the jump, Intern Alexis gets some answers from Mike Albo, Marika Knowles, and Alexis Goldberg. —NH
Bravo has inked a deal with Hearst Entertainment, Inc. to produce six, one-hour episodes of the first documentary series set in the newsroom of one of the nation's largest newspapers, it was announced today by Lauren Zalaznick, president of Bravo, and Bruce Paisner, president of Hearst Entertainment. The series is scheduled to premiere on Bravo in 2006. "The Daily News" (working title) follows the editorial staff of the New York Daily News—providing a true, behind-the-scenes perspective of a working newsroom.
We're seeing double and for once it's not the Dubra. Has married life left New York magazine dating columnist, Amy Sohn, a bit low on material?
Next Sunday's New York Times Book Review jumps on the shelter-porn bandwagon:
Be afraid. Be very afraid. The Post is taking names:
Is it really a coincidence that Maer Roshan and Jessicagawker both left town, heading south, simultaneously? Hoping that the precocious pair were celebrating Passover by playing hide the matzoh in some South Beach hideaway (and wouldn't that be a scoop), I e-mailed RadarBoy this morning in an attempt to smoke them out. No such luck. Turns out, Maer's got a few nits to pick with Gawker's coverage of the not-launching-this-week-after-all radaronline.com. He e-mails:
Sundays are for drinking! So once again we've outsourced our coverage of the New York Times Book Review to Intern Alexis. This week, the memoirs are closer than they appear as Maureen Dowd reviews Jane Fonda's autobiography, My Life So Far, which comes three weeks after the paper's original review (but at least this one doesn't mention Fonda's "vagina foyer" which has popped up in every other article, derailing appetites everywhere). There's the inevitable article on how anyone can be a writer these days (the hell you say!). Also, hilariously, Sex and the City writer Cindy Chupack wants to know why guys just aren't that into her. —NH
Last night on Topic A, T-Bro sat down with writer-of-historical-things, Thomas Cahill, The Interpreter director Sydney Pollack (Our interpretation? It sucked hard.), and Elizabeth Hurley, former model and box office terrorist, who now has a swimsuit line. After the jump, Tina discusses Michael Jackson, Pope Benedict XVI, and tells her usual jokes that are rewarded with the sound of that Def Leppard drummer clapping. Henry the Intern reports...
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In a mass e-mail, Paula Froelich of Page Six writes:
No, we don t mean that the world s unhappiest divorcee, Kerik-bonker and porn promoter has been reduced to abusing herself. We mean that in yesterday s Los Angeles Times, she s admitted to being a woman of a certain age (Vassar Class of 1975) while abusing New York and announcing that she s discovered this really new-fangled thingie called the Internet.
Oh, Matt, baby. Stop it some more, you devil!!! —MG
In this week s Times Style Section: Breaking news on strappy sandals and skankified feet!
In honor of our sister-in-ink Nikki Finke, who famously said, explaining why she rarely writes for magazines anymore, "I'm not 24 years old. I'm not making stuff up .And I don't kiss up to the idiots who decide which stars magazines can and can't put on their covers, Gawker hereby announces its first annual Awful P.R. Award. Write us with your scariest horror stories about PR-people-from-hell (subject line: For Nikki) and we ll print them all week long. C'mon, don't be scared. So what if you piss off half the sling-back-wearers in town? You can always become a blogger! And so what if you're never invited anywhere again? Look at it this way, you'll lose out on those nifty Kiehl's samples in the gift-bags, but you'll never have to look at Shaggy again. —MG
Nikki Finke Chews on the Bones of 'GQ'
