I drove back to our Aurora hotel where family gathered for a wedding, thinking how lucky my two children — Kristin, then 19, and Ben, 18 — were to grow up in Newtown, where violent crime usually meant teenage mischief-makers bashing mailboxes late at night. How wrong I was.
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In which our media columnist, Michael Wolff, makes his view of CNN very clear:
CNN, the news network that nobody likes, or watches or can fix, is looking for a new CEO.
Even if you actually believed you could fix it, it’s far from clear that anybody would want you to. Although the network is an embarrassment to everybody who works there, as well as to the industry as a whole, it still, confoundedly, makes tons of money — in part because it is so unfocused and ineffectual.
It’s the dim and pointless yin to MSNBC and Fox, the sharp and pointed yang. CNN is every cable system’s beard. You couldn’t have the rancorous networks people really watch without the cover of the middle-of-the-road pallid one whose ratings sink ever further.
The rest of the column: http://usat.ly/R0PIfy
Next, Nora fixed me up with Michael Fuchs, then CEO of HBO. He picked me up at my office with a car and driver and took me to a cocktail party hosted by Woody Allen’s cinematographer Dharius Khondji. Fuchs worked the room while I clung to the baked Brie for dear life.
Coming home in the limo after an expensive Italian dinner in the West Village, he fell asleep, his head slumping onto my breasts, his open water bottle dribbling onto my leg and into my handbag.
“Mortifying,” I hissed to Nora the next day on the phone.
“No, material!” she countered, laughing. “It’s great! People love to hear bad stories that happen to other people.”
Material was one thing I was struggling for as a writer in my 20s. I was also searching for my voice, when all I wanted was Nora’s.
More: A friend remembers Nora Ephron, by Melina Bellows.
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