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#1 New York Times Bestseller
With extraordinary access to the West Wing, Michael Wolff reveals what happened behind-the-scenes in the first nine months of the most controversial presidency of our time in Fire and Fury: Inside the Trump White House.
Since Donald Trump was sworn in as the 45th President of the United States, the countryand the worldhas witnessed a stormy, outrageous, and absolutely mesmerizing presidential term that reflects the volatility and fierceness of the man elected Commander-in-Chief.
This riveting and explosive account of Trump’s administration provides a wealth of new details about the chaos in the Oval Office, including:
-- What President Trump’s staff really thinks of him
-- What inspired Trump to claim he was wire-tapped by President Obama
-- Why FBI director James Comey was really fired
-- Why chief strategist Steve Bannon and Trump’s son-in-law Jared Kushner couldn’t be in the same room
-- Who is really directing the Trump administration’s strategy in the wake of Bannon’s firing
-- What the secret to communicating with Trump is
-- What the Trump administration has in common with the movie The Producers
Never before in history has a presidency so divided the American people. Brilliantly reported and astoundingly fresh, Fire and Fury shows us how and why Donald Trump has become the king of discord and disunion.
“Essential reading.”Michael D’Antonio, author of Never Enough: Donald Trump and the Pursuit of Success, CNN.com
“Not since Harry Potter has a new book caught fire in this way…[Fire and Fury] is indeed a significant achievement, which deserves much of the attention it has received.”The Economist
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From Cosmo to Ms.
I wanted to be a Cosmo girl. I dreamed of plunging necklines and men falling at my feet. Always sorry that my breasts were too small and that my nipples seemed inverted, I maximized by bra what nature had minimized. There was no Amazon overnight delivery then. I rushed my Cosmo delivery, five days from the post office — a push-up-and-out bra. (Does anyone use the post office anymore?)
I played seductive. High I.Q. Barnard degree be damned. I loved that I could bewitch them, those unsuspecting, dreary male work fellows, and turn them into amours as I played the office vixen. I would be lying if I said I didn't also dream of Helen Gurley Brown calling me up for a photo op. I was young, pretty, and game. Cover-girl potential (except for my tits). I read Cosmo as biblical text. I lived by its psalms. I followed. I was pretty-girl provocateur — buying attention with a too-short skirt.
How could I?
Well, I did!
Don't judge me unless you were there way back then and wanting a fair shot.
Take Mr. Delore, a married man about forty. I enjoyed making his temperature rise. "Yes, Mr. Delore," I would say. "I'll pick up your tuna melt sandwich ... anything else?" I'd milk the pause while sliding my office chair in his direction and watch him adjust his now growing-too-tight pants. I adored the notion that at any given moment some office jerk might be jerking off to me — false temptress trying to advance in the Land of Media. Flitting about town, buying skintight jeans and revealing angora sweaters that plunged and itched. Plunge won over itch. I was at the first step of the staircase and I wanted to climb to the highest floor. Helen Gurley Brown assured me this was the way to the top.
After Barnard I went on to Yale to get an MFA in directing at the Yale School of Drama. What to do after graduation? A girl had to be married in those times. Being single and trying to make it on your own meant there was something wrong with you. So I married a tie and button-down shirt I had known briefly at Yale. Why did I marry him? Just because, and not ever for love. What was a 1960s woman to do if she wanted to travel and see the world and also didn't earn enough to rent an apartment alone in the big city?
Married and seductive. Unavailable — yet available to you, boss man — and dangerous. I was the siren with a cause.
Or so I thought. What did I know?
Yet outside, somewhere, there were women marching for equal rights. They were playing songs, but not for me. Of this I was sure. I was on a Cosmo climb. Ambitious with wiles. I enjoyed being young forever. I was a Gurley by Helen. There were midnight calls from married men from corner phone booths. They couldn't sleep, they said, dreaming of me. Their hands likely on their crotches. I scored with them without them scoring. Well, mostly. I listened obediently to their romantic overtures. So what if I fooled around?
Oh, those late-night calls. Interruptions for more change. "Time's up," said a real operator, interjecting during a passionate (one-sided) late-night call from, say, Married Man #3, Tubby. He was the boss or next in line to be next in line. Tubby would put in more change. Hey, Tubster, I thought, never too much of a young thing? You paid with change for calls then. He added quarters — kerplunk — into the pay phone. (Guess they don't make those pay phones anymore either.) But there is always a marker that never dates — young women and middle-aged married men. To you, Helen Gurley Brown, and because of you, I could cycle through these married men after brief encounters.
I continued to see women outside marching for equal rights and I wondered, what were these women fighting for? What did I care for equality or rights? I was to be the "me" of then — forever.
Or was I? I was standing still. Now twenty-seven. Never promoted. Five years after college. Bored. Used. Married. Restless. Going nowhere. Maybe to bed — my interpretation of wicked equality. That was all I knew. The bureaucracy dominated by men objectified me into a leg-spreading mannequin. And for this wooden performance, I performed on call. Smart college girl! To men in superior positions, I was inferior. I was a call-her girl. Call girl? But why not? House wife not. Wife not. Career not really. So what was I? Gurley Brown, I trusted you. But were you just of the moment? And would the moment last days to years to de cades? Well, not for me, it didn't. Life intervened.
After three years of playing the Cosmo card, drinks, etc., with married men, I felt a bit weary. Where was I going and who would let me go there? I divorced my dictator Yale husband. Gave him the furniture; I took the posters. He made me feel as if I was a loser and not a real woman. After all, I balked at taking his shirts to the laundry and I couldn't cook. He insisted on homemade dinners and clean dishes before I left for work. "Can't I wash the coffee cups later?" I would ask. "No," he would say. "Now." Worse, I was a lefty and couldn't sew on his shirt buttons if they popped. He scolded me for asking the tailor to sew them on. "Women sew," he said.
Maybe I wasn't a woman after all. I had to prove to myself I had what it took to be like other women, so I deliberately got pregnant before I left him. How ridiculous was that? Intentionally not using my diaphragm. I hated him and was not ready for motherhood, especially if he was to be the father. (At least I had proved I was fertile, so I was a woman.) I then had an illegal abortion, hemorrhaging a week later and nearly dying — bleeding and winding up in a New York City emergency room.
Days passed, body wounds healed, but my mind was sore. And I began to wonder ... why was I never really promoted? Why was it illegal to not want a pregnancy? Where was I going? Why did these guys call me panting at 12:53 a.m.? Why didn't I have the balls to hang up? Didn't they think I slept? And why did I feel compelled to go along with these calls? Because, I thought, as Helen had taught me, sex was power, submission my passport. But the truth was I was traveling nowhere. Okay, maybe down. And too far. I was depressed. They gave me Valium. It made me drowsy but stopped the tears and the sense of irrelevance.
What made me give up Miss for Ms.? Helen for Gloria? Was it the blood of the abortion? The garish night in that office building? Being thrown on the mattress with three other trembling sinners? Was it the abortionist who asked for three hundred dollars in cash up front? While my feet were in makeshift stirrups, he stuck me with some poker with his right hand while drinking a Tab diet soda with his left. This quasi doctor who spoke little English came out afterward and told us, "You have successfully killed your babies." I started to cry. The three of us held each other's trembling hands. Then there was the doctor who treated me a week later for hemorrhaging in a legitimate New York hospital. He had given me birth control pills and then one bloody month later was nonethical enough to get my phone number off of my medical chart and call me and ask me on a date, laughing that if I was taking the new pills, we'd be safe in bed. Ha-ha.
Miss for Ms.? Maybe it was the mindless fucking that went nowhere. Or the obligation of bringing Yale husband's shirts to the laundry. Or being scolded for dirty dishes.
Or was it that one day, carelessly throwing my paycheck in my bag, when I arrived home to find surprisingly that the check was not mine. I always looked at the amount because it was hard to believe I could be paid for what I loved, even though it was not much at the time. Somehow a male colleague's check had been put in my envelope. We had the same job title. I worked on even more shows per month than he did. The difference — the amount on his check was twice mine. I steamed and fretted and realized who I was. I was a woman in the early '70s. Were men worth more?
All of this made me cry. All of this made me angry. I wanted a life. I wanted my colleague's check. I wanted that male power. I wanted to be equal. I wanted to play ball in a man's ballpark. I felt doomed by a cunt. But then, as I was sinking, I said to myself, "No way, José."
So how did I cross over the bridge? Why did I give up my tight sweaters for comfy? Why did I embrace sisterhood? Why did I join up and attend marches, crying ERA?
I heard the words of Bella and Gloria. I listened attentively, and they said I was not an object. I was not to be subjugated. That I should get equal pay. That I was a Ms., not a Miss (or a tempfuck replacing a Mrs.). I read Gloria, who said, "Any woman who chooses to engage like a full human being ... she will need her sisterhood." Sisterhood. Hmm. Women bonding with women. Women who wanted equality. I was soon to be a rebel. I wanted what I deserved, and I deserved a right to my own body, equal rights, equal pay.
My seducing days ended. I stopped bringing coffee and as if they read my mind, the guys in the office stopped asking — for everything. And so part two of my life would begin in earnest. I would make a deliberate turn from Cosmo to Ms. as I began to idolize sisterhood. Nevertheless, I thanked Helen Gurley Brown for the hot ride down a crooked path. Had I not stumbled, and hurt so bad, I might never have known. I turned the page, finally, and so it would be that I learned how to spell F-E-M-I-N-I-S-T and to be one. No late-night calls, no flirtations, no courting for success. Earning what was my due. Smart, talented, aggressive, girly to womanly power. Me.
And why not? It was the march I was meant to march in. It was just a slow walk at first — to get the drum, find the sticks, and feel the beat, and finally put it all together. To march. I've got what it takes, I told myself, without wiles, short skirts, and plunging necklines. I reached out to other women, young women. Women in my predicament or those who soon would be.
Let me in, Woman Power.
Time passes. The march goes on.
And even though the climb, for me, has never been easy, Women have power.
Go, Girl, go.
Excerpted from "You Don't Look Your Age ... And Other Fairy Tales"
Copyright © 2017 Sheila Nevins.
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Table of Contents
Author's Note 9
Prologue: Ailes and Bannon 15
1 Election Day 31
2 Trump Tower 50
3 Day One 89
4 Bannon 111
5 Jarvanka 138
6 At Home 169
7 Russia 190
8 Org Chart 216
9 CPAC 249
10 Goldman 274
11 Wiretap 291
12 Repeal and Replace 310
13 Bannon Agonistes 332
14 Situation Room 351
15 Media 372
16 Comey 400
17 Abroad and at Home 421
18 Bannon Redux 444
19 Mika Who? 466
20 McMaster and Scaramucci 495
21 Bannon and Scaramucci 516
22 General Kelly 537
Epilogue: Bannon and Trump 562
Most Helpful Customer Reviews
If you are rooted in reality, it is easy to believe every word as its written (and I do). DT brought that on all by himself with the actions that we have witnessed. While trying to track the chaos and still absorb the daily dose of crazy, the mind wants to shut down and the body wants to curl into a ball. It is a pleasure to read a book that lays it out for you and assures you that, no you are not stuck in a nightmare. You are not having a psychotic episode. This really is happening. At the end you ask, should I laugh or cry?
It is sad that my suspicion of his character runs true. He is an unfettered child gone wild. We can do better than him.
1. This book will be a Best Seller. BIGLY. 2. Whatever you think of the authenticity of the book 's quotes or authenticity of the author, many other biographies about Trump confirm his personality and behavior. This isn't the first time we've heard this. 3. The fact that Trump 's lawyers sent a cease and desist letter to publisher and author to stop book from being distributed tells us that we should definitely read the book. 4. My biggest takeaway from the book so far, is not its juicy stories, but the fact that Trump's inner circle and, pretty much all of GOP is complicit and doing nothing about Trump. We all know he's not fit for the job. He golfs and watches Fox and Friends all day. Let him do that and let someone else have the job. 5. Someone get Mueller a copy of this book stat.
Show trump he can't take away our first amendment right. I felt it was my duty to help keep this book on the best sellers list.
This is exactly what they don't want you to know.
Surprisingly well written. First time Ive turned off MSNBC for news on 45 in a year. Picked up on nook for the first time rather than wait for a second printing of the immediately sold out book . Happy I did - love it.
Donald Trump is mentally ill -- I think most of us know this by now. Additionally, he is not a smart man, that has become abundantly clear. This book is a fascinating snapshot of the dysfunction of Trump -- and those around him. Sadly, this has damaged the country, and our reputation around the world. I truly hope this book can move the needle on those Republicans in Congress who are afraid to stand up to Trump. (Which they probably won't do until their re-election prospects are safe.) The Trump Presidency must end, and the sooner the better for all of us.
This book has a lot of assumptions (scary if a lot of it is true); entertaining to say the least.
Seriously hope that the people who are hiding their heads in the sand finally realize how dangerous this man is for the country.
A book from the inside that clearly shows the total disastee currently occupying our White House
I'd bet my last nickel that the low ratings were from Trump supporters, and conversely higher ratings came from non supporters. From what I can determine, while the exact words may be a compilation, the essence is true. Employees of this Administration are fearful of retaliation and choose to veil themselves in secrecy and whispers. It has been proven that Trump threatens a lot, but has little force behind these threats. If even 50% of the revelations are true, we are in deep trouble.
I went in thinking this was a malicious attempt to malign a man who is not from the political elite. I walked away learning that the man I voted for is a baby in control of the greatest nation on Earth.
This book offers great insight into a blundering Trump administration with a Commander in Chief who is clearly way in over his head. This guy can't manage his way out of a paper bag. And that's being generous! The real question for the country and the world is, can we survive any more years with this clown before he dooms us all?
Really gives you an insight and a peak through the curtain
Well written, not proof-read very well, but then it was rushed to an early release. A must read for any caring American to understand exactly what we as a country are dealing with here. The book is like watching the Keystone Cops, laughing hysterically at the absurdities, only to sober up quickly when one remembers that this isn't fiction. This is better than fiction and unfortunately, very real.
This book reveals once and for all that the emperor not only has no clothes but also has no marbles. Trump has already done so much damage to our nation both at home and abroad. It will take decades to regain our nation's stature internationally. The US has become a joke because of this jokester. Bannon is right - he did commit treason when he knowingly conspired with our nation's arch enemy to derail his opponent's campaign. Bigger than Watergate. TIme to impeach this fraud. This book lays the grounds. Buy it and weap and what our demoracy has become.
I found the book very difficult to read, from convoluted sentence structure to the use of vocabulary that required me to use the "dictionary " function on my Nook at least twice on each page. The book isn't organized in a chronological manner making the content very difficult to follow. Despite the difficulties I had with the prose, vocabulary and organization of the book the content left me scared for our country.
What can be said that we already didn't know? Nothing in this book will surprise anyone who has been following his golf outings and his crazy tweets on a daily basis of Donald Trump. His base will say it is fiction but this confirms a lot of stuff that other people has said about his character and his own past statements, and some may say that not all of it isn't true -- but even if 5% of what is in this book is true, OMG! holy cow! Reading this book is like being forced to eat an entire =carton of ice cream in one sitting and some popcorn later, the book sucks you in and you don't want to stop reading.
Don't read this book in an effort to be in-the-know of everything that occurs in the Trump White House - because it is impossible for any one person to document every instant of the insanity . Wolff gets awfully close to recording every one ofthose instances, though! DO read the book to gain insight into the characters running our beautiful nation. Wolff's book is the ideal introduction for the layman of all the nutty circumstances surrounding President Trump's first year as president. The author has done exceptionally well at creating a riveting and flowing piece that gets to the point better than any fictional film on politics or previous political commentary that we have as of yet witnessed. There is ample critique of Democrats, Liberals, and Progressives in this novel as well as of those on the political right. Buy two copies of this book - one for you and one to gift to anyone whom you feel is in need of understanding these absurd times (hint: every American adult is in need of this book).
Clearly well-researched with fascinating insight into the dysfunctional tangerine currently occupying the Oval Office
Wow Amazing book you wont be disappointed.. . .