Olivia Nuzzi’s RFK affair book was going to be self-serving. It’s so much worse than that.:

Are blond white women OK? I am, notoriously, brunette, but even I have started to notice that blond white women are in such varied states of disarray.

...it is illegible in ways you can’t imagine. Historians will study how bad this book is. English teachers will hold this book aloft at their students to remind them that literally anyone can write a book: Look at this, it’s just not that hard to do.

Reading it is like spending time with a delusional fortune cookie: platitudes that feel like they were run through a translation service three times.

Kennedy is just a small portion of the book, and when he’s present, he’s framed as some kind of tender but unreachable lover and not, say, the guy intent on bringing polio back.

But Nuzzi—and Lizza, too, don’t let that 50-year-old toddler get away with anything either—isn’t even offering a compelling account of what is actually a pretty interesting life.