I read the news today, Oh Boy

The New Yorker: Fact: "



'Yesterday, I was hysterical,' the Italian journalist and novelist Oriana Fallaci said. She was telling me a story about a local dog owner and the liberties he'd allowed his animal to take in front of Fallaci's town house, on the Upper East Side. Big mistake. 'I no longer have the energy to get really angry, like I used to,' she added. It called to mind what the journalist Robert Scheer said about Fallaci after interviewing her for Playboy, in 1981: 'For the first time in my life, I found myself feeling sorry for the likes of Khomeini, Qaddafi, the Shah of Iran, and Kissinger, all of whom had been the objects of her wrath, the people she described as interviewing, with a thousand feelings of rage.'"

For two decades, from the mid-nineteen-sixties to the mid-nineteen-eighties, Fallaci was one of the sharpest political interviewers in the world. Her subjects were among the world's most powerful figures: Yasir Arafat, Golda Meir, Indira Gandhi, Haile Selassie, Deng Xiaoping. Henry Kissinger, who later wrote that his 1972 interview with her was 'the single most disastrous conversation I have ever had with any member of the press,' said that he had been flattered into granting it by the company he'd be keeping as part of Fallaci's journalistic pantheon.'

It was more like a collection of pelts: Fallaci never left her subjects unskinned."