sounds like a great resume builder; who, when, where was that cat let out of the bag, I’d honestly never heard it. I’d given her a lot of slack since finding out her son had served in Iraq in the really tough times.
I think it was in her LBJ book where she recounted how, in her long tenure at the LBJ ranch,living there while working on the book, HE would crawl into HER bed with HER many nights—there, I’ve just corrected myself-—it was presumably so he could unburden himself in a “relaxed environment” and she could be granted more intimate inroads into LBJ owing to her , uhhh, “largesse”. At least that’s the way she tells it. Whatever the truth is, she is one of the upscale members of that fawning class of writers who are fond of presenting people like LBJ or Bill Clinton, as fallen heroes from Greek Tragedy, always assumed (because they tell us so) to have been so full of noble promise, because they cared so much and tried to do so much good.
“Historians” like this make me sick—they can never be objective, and are only a few notches above the ensconced White House spin machine, while being handmaidens to it.