When Brown was first offered the job to rescue the recently revived (and incompetently revived) Vanity Fair, in 1983, she was just 29 years old. (She eventually enlists the help of a superagent.) Even she suffers from a self-esteem gap.
Never once during her tenure does she work up the nerve to ask for a proper raise, even after Vanity Fair becomes profitable and Harper’s Bazaar starts to court her. Media reporters and male competitors routinely trivialize her accomplishments. Most unexpected may be Brown’s many entries about the hazards and psychological challenges of editing while female.
But Brown’s diaries reveal surprising ambivalence. One might think that people of such vectored determination don’t stop much to think about it. Brown is a woman of wondrous drive and ambition, arcing through the world as if fired from a cannon. So is the glimpse she offers into her own habits and appetites. Watching her settle into the confident, industry-conquering editor she’d become is a revelation. I prefer the straightforward brag - at least all the brass horns are playing in the same key - though I do admire how she twice manages to reveal, by, that she was quite shapely in her youth, both times under the guise of a complaint.īut! After this fusillade of boom-boom and hype, Brown’s book - an edited version of the diaries she kept while presiding over Vanity Fair - begins in earnest, looping back to the early ’80s, when she was still her younger, less assured self. At times, Brown seems capable of writing in only two registers: Brag and humblebrag. I’m not sure who greenlighted these opening pages, which blunder so frequently into self-parody. Her work for The New Statesman right after university? “Frisky.” Her 1977 affair with the “fearless, crusading” Harold Evans, whom she’d one day marry? “A scandale.” Her old college flame Martin Amis? A “literary lothario” who was “small and Jaggeresque.”Īfter all these years, she still writes in Vanity Fair display type. Representatives for Donald Trump, Clinton, and Vanity Fair did not immediately respond to Insider's request for comment.In the introductory chapter of “The Vanity Fair Diaries: 1983-1992,” today’s Tina Brown weighs in on young Tina Brown, and her verdict is clear: From day one, she was hot, hot, hot. It is not clear why Clinton's name wasn't there. The photos also showed that the two other headlines on the cover - one about the conservative commentator Rush Limbaugh and the other about Imelda Marcos, the former first lady of the Philippines - remained on the version displayed at the funeral. The original cover features her sitting on a yellow couch alongside the headline "Ivana Be a Star!"Ĭlinton's name was also on the cover, with the headline "Will she get to the White House with Bill or without him?" (The issue came out during Bill Clinton's 1992 presidential campaign.)īut the photos from the Post and People appeared to show that the headline about Clinton had been edited out of the version displayed at the memorial. Photos published by the New York Post and People showed two of her magazine covers on display by the altar at the funeral, including her May 1992 Vanity Fair cover.
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