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Yes we combine shipping for multiple purchases. Add multiple items to your cart and the combined shipping total will automatically be calculated. 1987 September Vanity Fair Magazine - Gary Hart Kenneth Tynan Diane Sawyer Features The Road to Bimini: The Gary Hart affair was an important failure for America. Gail Sheehy digs behind the headlines and the lies, uncovering vital new evidence about the potential president s collision course wit political self-destruction Can Diane Sawyer Have It AU? What's hidden by the Mona Lisa smile ol network television’s mystery woman? Interview by Michael Shnayerson; portraits by Annie Leibovitz The Power of Pierre: As Yves Saint Laurent's right hand, Pierre Berge has created a $350-million-a-year empire. Is his next step the arts? Then politics? Bob Colacello reports 146 Buck’s Book: Joan Juliet Buck spotlit by Alice Springs 152 A Passage to Wilbury: Ismail Merchant introduces the house that stars in the new Merchant Ivory movie of class and youth and Edwardian sex 154 Style Italian-Style: Tiffany designer Elsa Peretti has left behind the blurred glitz of Studio 54 for a life of Roman civilization. By Andre Leon Talley 158 Fit to Be Tynan: Scenes from the meteoric life of Kenneth Tynan, the outrageous theater critic and dandy who blazed through Oxford. London. New York, and Hollywood. By his wife. Kathleen Tynan 160 Columns Editor’s Letter: The Hart mystery 8 Letters: Readers bite back 22 Mixed Media: James Wolcott gags on literature's young and wasted 24 Book Marks: Christopher Hitchens assesses precocious Michael Kinsley 39 Wine: Joel L. Fleishman’s vintage sweet talk 46 Cars: Mark Ginsburg and Danny Sullivan lap up the BMW 735i 53 Art: Anthony Haden-Guest on the gallery merry-go-round 60 Postscript: Jesse Kombluth on the late, unlamented Arthur Sackler 81 Letter from India: Salman Rushdie on forty years of troubled independence 88 Flashback: Vanity Fair, December 1928. Al Jolson 108 Vanities Well, hello, Dolly. . .The palette-able Judy Peabody. . .Tandemonium: wedding of the month.. .Tina chows down on jewelry. . .Astrology: unlike a Virgo.. .Scroll of Shame: prose and cons Arts Fair Matinee idyll Dennis Quaid.. .Cartier-Bresson’s Surreal side.. .Brook's Indian epic.. .Image-conscious Sherrie Levine.. .Noting Weill.. .Short Schiff.. .Daisy answers true.. .Smiley’s debut.. .Forever Germaine Greer. , .Night-table reading 181 ow she moves! Long-legged, graceful as a basketball player, she heads out of her glass-walled office at a serious clip down 60 Minutes Row. Harry Reasoner’s office: empty, just a coat on the chair. But there’s Ed Brad- ley: serious, suspendered, a harried glance over his half-glasses. And Mike Wallace: tie loosened, leaning forward with that withering intensi- ty to address an assistant who keeps nodding vigorously. Then another empty office: Morley Safer on assignment. It’s like being at the zoo looking in at the bears. Then a long dark corridor. As I hurry to keep up, it occurs to me I’ve never really seen her move. On tele- vision. that is. Either she’s seated or the camera’s up close. Is she the sort of woman who moves when no one's watching? Is there a metaphor in this? The elevator descends. Why is it that beautiful women who stand five feet nine always seem so much taller than men who stand five feet ten? We lope across the lobby. Conversations cease. We stride out into the sunlight of West Fifty-seventh Street and cross the canyon—CBS Broadcasting Canyon. Truckdrivers gape. Not a peep from any of them. Up another elevator, down another hall, and into a tiny room. We shut the door. It’s just us—and her hair- dresser. And there, before my eyes, it happens. How many Americans have witnessed this sight? Diane Sawyer with her hair up in curlers. And she still looks like a million bucks. Maybe even a million two. America is in love. The woman it tunes in to on Sunday nights is more than beautiful. She radi- ates intellect, modesty, charm. And the voice! Envious female newscasters around the country now imitate it as best they can; deep, honey-rich, con- fident (but not overconfident), it modulates as smooth- ly as a Rolls-Royce on a country road. In a sense, America is in love with itself. For what could be more American than this brainy blonde with the cool blue eyes and sensual lips, dizzyingly demure? At an un- abashed forty-one, Diane Sawyer is a modern Ameri- can classic—the perfect blend of maturity and moxie, the woman every American man dreams of seeing across a crowded room and feeling, when he sees her, that stab of recognition: this is the woman I want to marry! Women admire her too. Like Barbara Walters she’s a role model, a symbol of how high a woman can go in what is literally an old-boy network. And it may be that women are quicker to realize the more troubling ways in which Diane Sawyer represents the American Woman. As far as she’s gone in her career, the real question may be whether even a woman so talented can go any farther. Men become anchors, so the system goes. But women? If Sawyer’s much-publicized recent salary negotiations are any indication, she seems to have bumped up against at least a temporary... And much more! 13496