Are the Obamas too boring for a book? They don’t party, they don’t feud, and anyone with a flair for drama (Desiree!) gets bounced out fast. In her review of Jodi Kantor's “The Obamas,” Liza Mundy notes that: “Up to now, I thought the Obamas surrounded themselves with people who had so much self-control that they refrained from saying anything profound. . . but increasingly I think the people they are friends with aren’t that introspective.”
And look who upstaged the first lady at the BET Honors! Showbiz’s favorite trophy husband. Nick Cannon dramatically pried himself out of a hospital bed and hoisted one of his baby twins on the red carpet to pay tribute to his wife. “You don’t see her up at 3 in the morning fixing me soup and stuff when my kidneys ain’t acting right. Mariah Carey does that.”
“Vic was sucking a raw egg through a pinhole in the shell — he believed it kept the vocal cords lubricated. Frank was having Jack Daniels. Sammy didn’t do anything for his voice — he could have gargled with razor blades and sung all night.”
— George Hamilton on that crazy night with Sinatra and the Rat Pack in the steamroom at the Sands Hotel. You want more stories? Like, say, about Hoover? Or Mitchum? Or Col. Tom Parker? Oh, George Hamilton’s got stories.