The inevitable rehabilitation of Livvy
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I regret to inform you that the NYT has published a classic horny profile of the woman who loved RFK. Jr. too much:
Olivia Nuzzi loved him. She loved the politician, even though she was a political reporter and he was then a presidential candidate she had written about. She loved his eyes, “blue as the flame.” She loved that “the sight of something as trivial as a rose” could move him to tears. She loved his insatiable appetites and his “particular complications and particular darkness.”
But she said “I love you” only after he said it first. He called her “Livvy” and wrote her poems. He said he wanted her to have his baby. He promised to take a bullet for her.
This is what Nuzzi writes in her book, “American Canto,” never naming the politician who readers will deduce is Robert F. Kennedy Jr.
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Nuzzi, 32, lives in a tiny house in the heart of Malibu where lizards crawl into her kitchen and the King James Bible and “The Divine Comedy” — two books she was reading while she was writing “American Canto” — sit on her dining room table. She drives around in a white Mustang convertible, like a Lana Del Rey song come to life.
[…]
In the book, she describes Trump as a monster who “succeeded by making even those who said they loathed him behave sometimes quite like him.”
Why was he so willing to keep talking to her?
“I certainly don’t think he’s a careful reader,” she said, sucking on a vape stick as she drove toward her “favorite rock,” off the Pacific Coast Highway. “There’s a clip once where I said something to the effect of: He loves attention, women and magazines. In that order.”
Nuzzi tried to convey that this comment was a joke, but she cannot entirely discount the possibility that being a woman and looking like the modern iteration of a Hitchcock blonde contributed to the access she got.
She steered the Mustang onto a patch of dirt on the side of the road and put on a black leather jacket that she pulled from the back seat. The rock she loved was at the edge of a vertiginous cliff, where water rolled and crashed.
I….I think that speaks for itself.
Nuzzi landed at Vanity Fair, natch. Having a sexual relationship with a subject who leveraged a run for public office into using the Department of Health and Human Services to get children killed and continuing to defend him without disclosing it would be the end of a career in political journalism, but it’s a club and you’re not etc. And it really helps if you can see appeal in Donald Trump.