Not being a reporter for the Daily Mail, I don’t usually rely upon information scooped out of a Dumpster™, but let’s play along:
In fact, [Palin will] actually fly coach, which ABC doesn’t tell you, under certain circumstances: Read the rider and you’ll see that it’s only for flights to or from Anchorage that first-class is mandatory. If she’s traveling within the lower 48, riding in the back with the hoi polloi is fine. (For international flights to the lower 48, she asks for business class.) Actually, there’s no ironclad proof that the contract is even hers: Her name is never mentioned, but given where it was found, the fact that it comes from her speaker bureau, and the fact that it refers to travel from Alaska, the inference is made. Frankly, I’m amazed that she’s willing to fly commercial at all. Considering the intense loathing she inspires in some quarters, I assumed she’d long since passed the point of needing a security detail when she’s out in public.
And Fryer can’t help but mention one woman’s “very white teeth,” which, in British journalistic shorthand, is a marker for superficiality, and that uncouth American craze for “self-improvement.” (When Martin Amis left his British literary agent for an American one — and a huge advance — his friends were most disgusted by the fact that Amis used the cash to finance some much needed cosmetic orthodonture, the better to fit in with crass, shallow American Society™, you see.)
I’d love to trace Fryer’s mobile phone coordinates. This on-the-spot report reads like it was filed from deep in the wilds of the Red Door spa on 691 Fifth Avenue at 54th Street, with a heavily underlined and now soggy copy of In Cold Blood used to help with “local color.”




















