The Kennedy Curse: Book review

Few families have had such a place in the American imagination as the Kennedies. The Camelot fantasy, the grieving widow Jackie, and the death of the crown prince, JFK, Jr., at such a young age have only served to fuel the idea that they are American royalty.

I once brushed past a Kennedy. It was not in Lafayette, the home port of Ted's wife, Victoria, but rather in a New York City deli, Eats, on the upper East Side. A friend and I were traveling in NYC, and we were eating at this interesting deli, and JFK's sister came in with her two girls who had Jell-o and cake. It was the Wednesday before Mother's Day of 1997, and Caroline gave my friend a drop-dead look. Interesting. I think Caroline should consider doing a dual biography of her famous mother and her almost-as-famous aunt, Lee. I'll hope.