Tina Brown Is Her Own Paparazzi

The more one reads today of the forcibly entwined legends of Diana Spencer and Tina Brown, presented for the publication of Tina's The Diana Chronicles, the more one wonders: Why is Tina Brown so willing for everything that's wrong with our culture to be encouraged to be seen as her fault? Tina lunches at the Beacon, the staid but pretty room favored by Timesfolk with a decent dinner companion, with a suspicious Michael Kimmelman, the paper's chief art critic. It was a mistake to leave the New Yorker, she says. And there is no more editing any more, and things circulate on blogs and no one cares what's true anymore. All the magazines got so tabloid!

Tina gets assigned a proper historian in the New York Times Book Review, and comes off just fine, slightly less so between the lines. Vanessa Grigoriadis flashes her sharpest teeth at Tina in New York magazine but keeps whirling by.

Tina died when Diana died, suggests Vanessa, though of unrelated accidents. "There's very few places where anybody can actually have an intelligent conversation today," says Tina. This lament again. Blogging is bad for writing, says Tina; Tina is unemployed, notes Vanessa. Tina claims to not have any plans, which is totally not true. She's no Arianna Huffington, suggests Vanessa. But clearly Tina Brown is planning something right now.