Reading Michael Wolff's piece on Rudolph Giuliani in the new Vanity Fair—a portrait that paints America's Mayor as a crazed megalomaniac who delights in being an asshole and whose desperate need for attention results in his willingness to say or do anything, no matter how outlandish—leaves one with a deep and abiding certainty. Every article Michael Wolff writes about the character flaws of others is, at bottom, about Wolff himself. We're actually not sure why it took us this long to notice. Oh, and—is it us, or does Wolff just pop up with a piece once a year right around the annual magazine awards so "the important people" realize he's still alive?
Crazy for Rudy [VF]