American Rhapsody
Chapter One
The Whole World Is Watching
"We gotta get you laid," Monica said.
"Oh, God," Linda Tripp said, "wouldn't that be something different? New and
different. I don't know. After seven years, do you really think that there's a
possibility I'd remember how?"
"Of course you would."
"No," Linda Tripp said.
My friend Jann Wenner, the editor and publisher of Rolling Stone, the
rock and roll bible, called me excitedly the day after Bill Clinton was
nominated for the presidency. He had spent the previous night at a party,
celebrating with Clinton. "He's one of us," Jann said. "He'll be the first rock
and roll president in American history."
I had come to the same conclusion. He was one of us. Even if, on occasion, he
tried to deny it. Of course he had dodged the draft, just another white Rhodes
Scholar nigger who agreed with Muhammad Ali and had no quarrel with them
Vietcong. Of course he had smoked dope, inhaling deeply, holding it in,
bogarting that joint.
Bill Clinton, Jann told me, had always read Rolling Stone, so I smiled
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