In November 2013, a horse-drawn carriage carried Caroline Kennedy through Tokyo as thousands lined the streets to witness the new American ambassador present her credentials to the Emperor. Her…
In November 2013, the new American ambassador rode toward the Emperor of Japan in a horse-drawn carriage through the streets of Tokyo. Thousands lined the route. Cameras followed her all the way to the palace. Her husband, the man who had been at her side for twenty-seven years, was not with her. He had not … Read more
In 1877, Lillie Langtry walked into a London reception wearing a plain black dress while every other woman wore silk and diamonds. The room went silent. Within days, her face was on postcards sold…
At dawn on the 12th of February, 1929, a woman died in a cliff-top villa in Monaco. Her only companions were a paid nurse and two poodles barking in the next room. Her daughter refused to come. Her husband lived in a separate city. Yet when the news reached London, the newspapers gave her the … Read more
In 1885, William Kissam Vanderbilt inherited roughly $65 million and became one of America’s richest men, but inside Idle Hour, the family’s vast Long Island estate, wealth was already failing to…
Inside Idle Hour, the vast Vanderbilt estate on Long Island, the marble and stone said nothing about the family crumbling behind it. The fortune that had built the place could raise nearly anything—palaces, yachts, an empire of rails—but it could not hold a marriage together, could not protect a daughter from a fate she did … Read more
Four days after burying her husband, Jacqueline Kennedy summoned journalist Theodore White to a rain-soaked Cape Cod compound and talked for four hours while Life magazine stopped its presses. She…
Six days after Dallas, in a rainstorm at Hyannis Port, the thirty-four-year-old widow kept a magazine’s presses waiting. She talked for four hours, then edited the writer’s draft by telephone, and refused to allow a single word to be cut. Camelot. America thought it had just lost the perfect young marriage. The FBI files, the … Read more
On August 14, 1951, William Randolph Hearst died at ten minutes to ten in the morning in a house on North Beverly Drive in Beverly Hills. Marian Davies, the woman who had spent 32 years beside…
On the night of August 13th, 1951, two women in two cities were waiting on the same dying man. In a house on North Beverly Drive in Beverly Hills, Marian Davies was given a sedative and fell asleep. He died at ten minutes to ten the next morning, and his sons had his body taken … Read more
In May 1964, Marjorie Merriweather Post divorced her fourth husband at 77, then took back the name her father had given her. She had married four times since 1905, and each time the money had run…
In May of 1964, at seventy-seven, Marjorie Merriweather Post was divorced for the fourth time. The end had arrived on her desk in photographs of her husband with younger men beside the pool at Mar-a-Lago, her own house in Palm Beach, and then a demand for money. She took back the name her father had … Read more
On July 24, 1996, a maroon van rolled into a Bowling Green, Kentucky apartment complex and a man lunged at a six-year-old girl playing outside. She twisted free and ran, screaming. He didn’t chase…
In a federal courtroom in Bowling Green, Kentucky, a man in his sixties stood to face the charge that had haunted this community for three decades. Robert Scott Froberg pleaded guilty to kidnapping resulting in death—the abduction and murder of seven-year-old Morgan Violi, a little girl snatched from a parking lot on a hot summer … Read more
In 1860, a census taker climbed the steps of a Richmond boarding house and wrote down a nine-year-old girl named Carolina. Ten years later, in New York, that same girl appeared as Belle, nineteen,…
On the sixteenth of September 1924, in the great gray stone house at the corner of Fifth Avenue and Fifty-Seventh Street, Arabella Huntington died. She was seventy-one by the count of the New York Times, one more number added to a lifetime of numbers that never agreed with one another. The house around her had … Read more
In October 1837, Elias Witmore stepped onto his Kentucky porch and found forty-one enslaved people gone, his horses scattered, his storehouse emptied, and his ledgers burned to ash behind the…
The horses were gone by sunrise. Not stolen, not spooked, just gone, released one by one sometime after midnight, their gates left swinging in the wind as if no one cared whether anyone noticed. The storehouse doors hung open too, the shelves bare, the dust not yet settled. In the fire pit behind the smokehouse, … Read more
In 1966, Truman Capote threw the Black and White Ball at the Plaza Hotel, a glittering triumph that made him the most celebrated host in New York. For years, he had moved through the lives of the…
On the night of November 28, 1966, the ballroom of the Plaza Hotel shimmered in black and white, a dreamscape of monochrome elegance that would cement Truman Capote’s legacy as the arbiter of New York’s social elite. But even as the guests danced and the champagne flowed, none of the 540 luminaries in attendance could … Read more