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DETROIT FREE PRESS
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910428
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Sunday, April 28, 1991
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METRO FINAL
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COM
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1F
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MITCH ALBOM
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Copyright (c) 1991, Detroit Free Press
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TRASH? TRUTH? DOES IT REALLY MATTER?
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Personally, I don't want to know whether Nancy Reagan slept with Frank
Sinatra in the White House. For one thing, I have a lot of good Sinatra
records that I would have to throw out. Also, I might  have children one day,
and maybe I'll want to take them to Washington, D.C., and then what do I say?
"Look, kids, there's where Abraham Lincoln sat. And there's where Franklin
Roosevelt discussed the  war. And there's where Frank and Nancy did it."

  Alas, such is the age we live in. It was Sinatra who once sang "Regrets,
I've had a few, but then again, too few to mention . . ." That, of course,
was before Kitty Kelley. There are never too few for Kelley, the
celebrity-crushing author. Like most of today's trash-biographers, she will
gladly take your regrets, make up a few more, and pop them  into a best-
selling book. And next thing you know, she's on "Oprah," talking about you and
a car full of coeds.

  Kelley has already chopped Sinatra to pieces. She is now making a new
fortune from  "Nancy Reagan, The Unauthorized Biography," which claims the
first lady once smoked pot, had a lesbian relationship, and had a whale of a
time in the White House during the Reagan presidency. Did Nancy  really do all
the things Kelley suggests? I'll tell you what: If she did, she never slept.
Except maybe with Frank. Who, according to Kelley, once ate breakfast off the
chest of a prostitute. Fortunately, he only met Nancy for lunch.
  Who knows? Maybe the whole thing is a lie. The crazy thing is, that hardly
seems to matter. Kelley's book has been called "explosive" and "libelous" and
even "KITTY  LITTER!" the headline in the New York Post (sometimes, that
newspaper has such a way with words). Newsweek says it portrays the former
first lady as "cruel, cheap, temperamental, vindictive, pushy, phony,
insecure and cold."
  It is also the fastest-selling book ever.
We got what they paid for  What more do you need to know? At the bottom of
all this, as usual, is money, and all the parties involved  knew this book
would make big money. Hey. We live in America, the country that gave you "A
Current Affair."  When it comes to fame:  If it smells, it sells. Simon and
Schuster, who once upon a time only  published respectable books, gave Kelley
a $3.5-million advance for this project. Do you really think they expected the
Nancy Drew mysteries?
  Of course, we might feel more sorry for Mrs. Reagan  if she hadn't already
written her own book called "My Turn" -- which, like Kelley's, was often
mean-spirited and vindictive. Or if her children hadn't accused her of
nastiness. And then there's that  picture that keeps popping up of Nancy
dancing with Sinatra at the White House, as Ron (her husband, remember?) tries
to break in. Nancy has this look on her face that suggests "Oh, no. Not you
again."  Poor guy. You'd think the president would get the first dance.
  But then, the presidency isn't what it used to be. And neither is being
famous. You get famous these days, you take your chances. Americans  expect
their celebrities to come crashing to earth. They seem to feel a good, juicy
expose is only fair -- a pay-back for sucking in all that money and glamour
while we work on the assembly line.
  So Kelley is only the richest of fame-trashers, not the most original.
Don't you remember "Mommie Dearest," in which Joan Crawford's daughter claimed
the actress attacked her with coat hangers? Or  "Elvis" by Albert Goldman, in
which the King of Rock and Roll was portrayed as a fat, drugged pervert who
liked to wrestle with young girls wearing white panties. (They wore the
panties, not him. Let's  leave the King with a little dignity, OK?)
Spittin' images  So we can't be surprised by the enormous success of the
Kelley book. Which doesn't make it accurate. Kelley, by all accounts, has
scratchy  research  methods and a loose idea of what a quote is. She likes to
pose for photos in front of her "files of research." Of course, for all we
know, those could be her tax returns; $3.5 million buys  a lot of deductions.
  The funny thing is, in many ways, Kelley and Reagan seem to be quite
alike. Both appear selfish, manipulative, money- hungry, gossip-loving, and
fashion-conscious. Both have  ex- friends who badmouth them. Both are now
surrounded by bodyguards. Of course, Kelley hasn't had the chance to be
president, which is what she claimed Nancy was all those years. But give her
time.
  Meanwhile, we have only ourselves to blame. Who else is buying this book?
Personally, I prefer listening to music. And for the time being, I will
continue to play my many Sinatra records, and believe  him when he sings  "I
did it myyyyy way." 
  I just hope it wasn't in the Oval Office.
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