what the actual fuck
— Jerad Walker (@jeradwalker.bsky.social) November 14, 2025 at 12:20 PM
The glamor shots are sending me
— Jerad Walker (@jeradwalker.bsky.social) November 14, 2025 at 12:22 PM
When a woman with Daddy Issues meets (yet another) man with Daddy Issues, and is eventually profiled by a NYT ‘reporter’ with his own Daddy Issues… Gift link, because this is a full-service blog:
… But she said “I love you” only after he said it first. He called her “Livvy” and wrote her poems. He said he wanted her to have his baby. He promised to take a bullet for her.
This is what Nuzzi writes in her book, “American Canto,” never naming the politician who readers will deduce is Robert F. Kennedy Jr.
At the height of the 2024 presidential campaign, Nuzzi seemed to have a digital affair with Kennedy that revolved around texts and phone calls. The revelation derailed her career, led to her firing at New York magazine, and precipitated a very public explosion of her relationship with another prominent political journalist. Kennedy tried to brush her off, saying he had met her just once for the “hit piece” she wrote and threw his support behind Donald J. Trump, eventually becoming a cabinet secretary in his administration.
Nuzzi disappeared for a year, in self-imposed exile in Los Angeles where she wrote “American Canto” in secret. The book, which comes out Dec. 2 and is described here for the first time, paints a picture of a nation and a personal life on fire. She describes the mutual infatuation that consumed her, even if it was never consummated. (She is ambiguous in the book, but said in one of many interviews, “We were not sleeping together.”) But “American Canto” is far more about bearing witness to Trumpworld and about how she believes that warped her, just as it warped the country.
You could argue that referring to Kennedy and other players in the book by monikers like “the politician” is literary. It also allows her to construct a world where everyone is a sketch and proof is beside the point. Nuzzi makes clear in the book that she realizes there are people who will disagree with her version of events. She does not try to prove them. When I asked, for example, whether the text messages with Kennedy still exist, she said, “I don’t have anything to say about that.”
Kennedy did not respond to requests for comment.
Sitting under a pine tree in Los Angeles one night last month, Nuzzi gave up the pretense of trying to explain the unexplainable and reached for a joke for the people who simply could not fathom what came over her.
“Maybe it was the vaccines.”…
Requisite disclosure: I’ve always had a soft spot for Nuzzi, because she has done some excellent work exposing the weaknesses of some far-less-than-excellent, powerful men: Anthony Weiner. Rudy Giuliani. Ryan Lizza. Donald Trump. And, yes: Robert F. Kennedy, Jr. I wrote this in December 2022:
Since she first broke on the national scene with the news of Anthony Weiner’s dick pics, Olivia Nuzzi has cultivated a proud reputation as a journalistic assassin. Whether descriptions of Rudy Giuliani fumbling unsuccessfully with multiple cell phones in a NYC cab, or anecdotes of Mehmet Oz’s vast disdain for Pennsylvania voters, her editors can count on Nuzzi for the reputational kill shots.
She has now been assigned a NYMag cover story about a shrunken old Repub capo, skulking in his tasteless golf club, surrounded by D-list grifters jostling to steal whatever unconsidered trinkets they can pry loose. “Inside Donald Trump’s sad, lonely, thirsty, broken, basically pretend run for reelection. (Which isn’t to say he can’t win.)”…


