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Until recently, most pundits' take on the IC law could be predicted by their political affiliations. Democrats tended to support it, because it was passed in 1978, post-Watergate, and proved a handy tool for harassment and oversight during the Reagan- Bush years. For the same reasons, most Republicans opposed it.
These positions solidified when former Reagan aide Theodore Olson challenged the law's constitutionality, resulting in the 1988 Supreme Court decision known as Morrison v. Olson. Liberals applauded when the majority upheld the law, while conservatives lined up behind Antonin Scalia, whose dissent contained a scary prediction of a prosecutor run amok. In 1994, when the law came up for renewal, Clinton signed with a flourish.
This year, after watching Ken Starr inflate the office to mythical proportions, many pundits have switched positions in a totally comic flip-flop. Suddenly, Clinton lawyer Robert Bennett is calling the law a "monster," while conservative icon Robert Bork has acquired a taste for it. The most daring somersault came from Starr himself, who opposed the law in 1978 as Diane Sawyer noted in her 60 Minutes interview with Starr and worked on a challenge to it in the early 1980s. Regrettably, Sawyer did not ask Starr to explain his latter-day conversion, which allows him to lord it over an office whose very existence he once deemed unconstitutional.
The zeitgeist had begun to shift by last May, when Jeffrey Toobin noted in The New Yorker that "the legal establishment has soured" on the IC law. Democratic lawyer Lloyd Cutler told Toobin that although he testified in favor of the law, he now thinks "the cure is worse than the disease." In November, Stuart Taylor Jr. wrote in Newsweek that he, too, had changed his stripes, and now believes "Congress should let the law die." (There are a few consistent voices of late: writing in The New Republic, Michael Kinsley stuck to his original pro-IC position who else is going to mind the Oval Office? while in Slate, Yale Law professor Akhil Reed Amar repeated his longtime warning against intrusions on executive power whether the target is a Nixon or a Clinton.)
The issue turned red-hot after the December 2 acquittal of former agriculture secretary Mike Espy, who had been pursued for four years by independent counsel Donald Smaltz. The Espy acquittal triggered a stampede of editorials on the IC law, ranging from the cynical to the clueless.
The New York Post took aim at the law, saying it had allowed Smaltz and Iran-contra prosecutor Lawrence Walsh to spin "out of control," but omitting any reference to Starr. Meanwhile, The New York Times remained a champion, scolding that the Espy case "will probably be used by critics of the Independent Counsel Act to justify changes to the act to limit the time and cost of such investigations." (Well, duh!) Only the Daily News adopted a post-Starr position, denouncing the law as "a weapon of self-righteousness and a shield for hypocrisy."
This baleful sound echoed across the country, as half a dozen dailies called for the law to die a natural death. The Washington Post withheld comment, while The Wall Street Journal, an erstwhile Kevorkian of the IC law, cited the politicization of Clinton's Justice Department as a damned good reason to keep it alive.
The best take came from The New Republic's Jeffrey Rosen. Three days after the Espy acquittal, Rosen's op-ed in The New York Times cited Smaltz, Starr, and Walsh as examples of how the IC law creates partisan prosecutors. Interviewed on NPR the next morning, Rosen delivered the mantra on the IC law that is destined to become a bipartisan consensus for all the wrong reasons, especially if the Senate votes to impeach.
Said Rosen, "They should put a stake through its heart and kill it."
Here are four events that will not follow the publication of Carol Felsenthal's new book: The author will not be introduced to the pooh-bahs of literary Manhattan at a cocktail party with tuxedoed waiters. Her book will not be talked up in The New Yorker. First serial rights will not go to Vanity Fair, and paperback rights will not be sold to a single publishing house in New York.
That's not because Felsenthal lives in Chicago, or because her book lacks commercial value. It's because Citizen Newhouse, just out from Seven Stories Press, is an unauthorized biography of S. I. Newhouse, the billionaire who controls the Condé Nast magazine empire. At risk of offending Newhouse, who loves buzz but shuns personal publicity, few editors will even bother to send the book out for review.
And if they do, expect the kind of vigorous slam the book received in the November 30 New York Observer, in which the reviewer was shocked shocked! by the trivia he encountered about Newhouse's sartorial and culinary habits, not to mention speculation about his sex life. (Far be it from the Observer to promote sleazy gossip about prominent media figures.)
After declaring the book void of a single insight, the Observer's reviewer, a freelancer named Scott Sherman, proceeded to argue that it is the readers of Condé Nast magazines, not Newhouse, who bear the true responsibility for the editorial content thereof. (Which job do you think Sherman would rather have: associate editor at Details, or contract writer for Vogue?)
Actually, Felsenthal is a solid reporter, and while hers may not be the most sophisticated analysis, she is not afraid to write about the bizarre mix of corruption and fantasy that is the fin de siècle magazine world. Her last book, a Katharine Graham biography published by Putnam in 1993, was excerpted in Vanity Fair and positively reviewed in the Washington Post. Felsenthal recalls that after Graham wrote an angry letter to Putnam, which the author answered point by point, the book generated little further publicity.
That same year, Nan Graham, then an editor at Viking, was looking for someone to write a Newhouse biography. Felsenthal was chosen, she recalls, because of her Kay Graham bio and because "all the people with the stature they wanted had contracts with The New Yorker or Vanity Fair or Random House."
Felsenthal did her interviews in 1994 and 1995. "People didn't greet me with open arms," she says. "They greeted me as if I were Typhoid Mary." She sent letters to the likes of Harry Evans and Tina Brown, then the top editors at Random House and The New Yorker, and followed up with phone calls, but with the exception of Vanity Fair editor Graydon Carter, who wrote her a note, hardly anyone acknowledged her letters. From Newhouse, she received "no response at all." (A Newhouse spokesperson declined to comment.)
She proceeded to interview some 500 people, of which she estimates 100 have current ties to Newhouse. On-the-record sources include Harper's publisher Rick MacArthur, Sunday Daily News editor Ed Kosner, and former New Yorker writers Calvin Trillin, Jonathan Schell, and Ian Frazier. The book's first anecdote is attributed to New Yorker cartoon editor Lee Lorenz; Felsenthal's guide to this netherworld was gardening writer (and former New Yorker fact checker) Patti Hagan.
By the time Felsenthal finished the manuscript, Nan Graham had left Viking for Scribners, Viking had bought Putnam, and former Putnam editor Phyllis Grann had risen to power at Viking. In 1997, the manuscript was accepted and edited by Viking's Al Silverman, who sent it on to the legal department. Then in January 1998, Felsenthal recalls, Grann invited Felsenthal's agent to lunch and told her, "I love this manuscript, but we can't publish it, because there's a friend of mine on every page." Grann also let on that her husband was about to go skiing with Alberto Vitale, who was then chairman of Random House, says Felsenthal. (A Viking spokesperson did not return calls for comment.)
Eventually, Viking paid Felsenthal the balance of her rumored six-figure advance and released her to sell the manuscript elsewhere. That's how it ended up at the lowly Seven Stories Press. And that's how Felsenthal's big debut in New York turned out to be a little talk on Tuesday at Revolution Books. It's safe to guess there was not a pooh-bah or a tuxedo or a cocktail in sight.
A sampler of the outsider's opinions: