It was the vibrant, attention-grabbing Richard Holbrooke, at that point U.S. It was Christmastime, and out of the blue “a friend - not close - but someone whose company I had enjoyed over the years,” called and suggested a trip to the Loire Valley and showed up in an oversized armored Buick he had borrowed from the American Embassy. Marton headed to find solace in Paris, a city she had come to know and love during her courtship with Jennings and her student years at the Sorbonne. (Jennings hurled the car keys at her when she asked to leave.) Announcing she wanted out, Ms. She did so for five more years until the final humiliation at a swanky party in the Hamptons. She describes him as a “warm, fuzzy, loving man,” and wanted to leave her marriage.ĭistraught, Jennings begged her to stay.
She embarked on a very public and well-publicized fling with Washington Post columnist Richard Cohen - for some reason she decides not to identify him in the book. Ten years into her marriage it was payback time.
He called her “glib and ambitious.” On the way to a dinner for Prince Charles and Princess Diana at the White House, he looked at her black strapless gown and sniffed “Are you sure you want to wear that?” The put-down was so disconcerting she spent the entire evening fiddling her decolletage.
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