Archive for July, 2011

Stalker Love

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Here’s the latest advance word on Unreal Estate from the awesome realty blog The Real Estalker. “Mister Gross leaves no high society stone un-turned when it comes to revealing the actions and ambitions of a small but enormously influential army of filthy rich folks,” writes the blogger Mark David, better known as Your Mama. “Using the great and grand estates of The Platinum Triangle as the hyper-luxurious fuel, Mister Gross’ latest tells the untold and sometimes sordid stories about how oilmen and movie stars, charlatans and chatelaines, ruthless entrepreneurs and a handful of pornographers transformed hell-hot southern California orange groves … Continue reading

Murdoch Family Values

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I ponder the fate of my long-ago boss Les Hinton , the recently resigned CEO of Dow Jones (above, left, with Rupert Murdoch), in my latest Crain’s New York Business column. Loyalty as a fatal flaw? We report. You decide.

American Tabloid

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Today’s New York Times Op-Ed page offersa surprising and compelling defense of tabloid journalism by Ryan Linkof, a history lecturer at USC, especially in view of the undisguised glee Times writers have revealed in most of its coverage of the Murdoch-News of the World Affair — and the newspaper’s schizophrenia about tabloid-type stories. It’s worth a full read, but here are some highlights: “The tabloids may test the limits of the ethically or legally acceptable, but they are often doing so in the service of a popular desire to see behind the facade of public life. They rely on the … Continue reading

Christy: The West Coast “stripped bare” in new L.A. expose.

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Columnist George Christy of the Beverly Hills Courier dedicates most of his column today to a preview of Unreal Estate — even giving it top billing over the premiere of the last Harry Potter movie. “We’ve always appreciated and admired Michael’s literary oeuvre, and with Unreal Estate he’ll have a field day stripping bare the glamorous West Coast,” writes Christy, “from Beverly Hills to Bel-Air, Holmby Hills, Beverly Park, etc… Michael’s never been a lap dog of his subjects. And he never holds back the dish.”

Travel Traumas…

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… are the subject of my column, “Coffee, Tea or Flee,” in Crain’s New York Business this week.

Kicks on Page Six (redux)

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Unreal Estate’s chapter on Greenacres owner Ron Burkle gives Page Six its lead item today. Burkle’s spokesman tells the column his quotes have been taken out of context. That’s for sure. There’s a lot more where this item comes from. You can advance order a copy (for delivery November 1) here or here.

Engine of My Dreams

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Today’s Galleycat sent me racing to Fyrefly’s new Book Blogs Search Engine which revealed a review of Rogues’ Gallery I’d never seen before by the blogger Largehearted Boy. Read it here. But if clicking is too much for you, here are the two lines that made me ROLF: “Haven’t heard about this book despite a number of great reviews? We’re sure that has nothing to do with the people featured in the book being friends with people who run newspapers and magazines.”

Co-ops Rock

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Back in April, I wrote a column for Crain’s New York Business asking why condos were worth more than co-ops (I co-own one of the latter) and hoping if not quite predicting that co-ops would rise again. Continuing in catch-up mode, Gripepad is thrilled to note Tom Acitelli‘s July 1 New York Observer post, “Co-ops vs. Condos: Co-ops Winning Again”. “The dowager has risen,” he writes. “Co-ops now firmly account for a majority of the apartments sold in Manhattan. According to the latest quarterly report from appraisal firm Miller Samuel and brokerage Douglas Elliman, co-ops accounted for 51.5 percent of … Continue reading

True words

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“True history is the enemy of reverence,” writes Simon Schama in his debut column in Newsweek this week. Just back from Corsica and the Cotswolds, I was catching up today when that terrific, simple sentence caught my eye. Having read Ron Chernow‘s monumental