Table of Contents   Introduction by Robert Gottlieb   The Journalist Introduction to Wallflower at the Orgy Journalism: A Love Story How to Write a Newsmagazine Cover Story The Assassination Reporters The Palm Beach Social Pictorial The Boston Photographs Russell Baker The Detroit News The Ontario Bulletin Gentlemen''s Agreement I Just Want to Say: The World Is Not Flat The Making of Theodore H. White   The Advocate Vaginal Politics Miami Reunion Commencement Address to Wellesley Class of 1996   The Profiler: Some Women Helen Gurley Brown: "If You''re a Little Mouseburger, Come with Me ."    Dorothy Schiff and the New York Post Dorothy Parker Lillian Helman: Pentimento Jan Morris: Conundrum Pat Loud: No, But I Read the Book Julie Nixon Eisenhower: The Littlest Nixon Lisbeth Salander: The Girl Who Fixed the Umlaut   The Novelist Heartburn   The Playwright Lucky Guy   The Screenwriter When Harry Met Sally .   The Foodie Serial Monogamy: A Memoir Baking Off I Just Want to Say: The Egg-White Omelette Gourmet Magazine A Sandwich I Just Want to Say: Teflon The Food Establishment: Life in the Land of the Rising Souffl (Or Is It the Rising Meringue?) About Having People to Dinner   The Blogger The First Annual "Tell Us What You''re Cooking This Year for Thanksgiving Dinner That You Didn''t Cook Last Year" Hello. By the Way. Whatever. Deep Throat and Me: Now It Can Be Told, and Not for the First Time Either The Curious Incident of the Veep in the Summertime Hooked on Anonymity One Small Blog On Bill Clinton A Million Little Embellishments Scooter, Rosa Lopez, and the Grassy Knoll Reflections on Reading the Results of President Bush''s Annual Physical Examination My Weekend in Vegas O. J.

Again Say It Ain''t So, Rupe Melancholy Babies Take My Secretary of State, Please On Being Named Person of the Year Condi''s Diary Some People What Did You Do in the War? How to Foil a Terrorist Plot in Seven Simple Steps My Top Ten New Year''s Resolutions Hooked on Hillary White Men It Ought to Be a Word   Personal The Story of My Life in 3,500 Words or Less The Legend Me and JFK: Now It Can Be Told A Few Words About Breasts The Mink Coat Parenting in Three Stages The D Word Fantasies On Maintenance The Six Stages of E-mail Considering the Alternative On Rapture Revision and Life: Take It from the Top--Again I Feel Bad About My Neck What I Wish I''d Known I Hate My Purse Christmas Dinner I Remember Nothing The O Word What I Won''t Miss What I Will Miss  Introduction by Robert Gottlieb A couple of years before Nora''s death in 2012, she and I sat down to begin putting together the table of contents for this book. Then other things got in the way--her play, Lucky Guy; a movie script she was working on--and it was set aside. Perhaps, too, knowing how ill she was, she began to see the book as a memorial and that made her uncomfortable--she never said. But although I was aware of her dire medical situation, the original impulse behind the book was not to memorialize but to celebrate the richness of her work, the amazing arc of her career, and the place she had come to hold in the hearts of so many readers. The reaction to her death was an outpouring of disbelief and grief. Before the publication of her two final collections--I Feel Bad About My Neck and I Remember Nothing--she was, of course, admired and enjoyed for both her writing and her movies, but the readership of these last books seemed to me to be on another level. It was personal. Her readers not only felt that they knew her but that she knew them.

Obviously, not all the people--more than a million of them!--who bought Neck were women who identified with her or sensed her identification with them, but certainly many of them were. She had become a model, an ideal, or at the very least, an example--she was telling them things about herself that were also about them, and giving them permission to think these things and feel these things. And she was also telling them what to look out for, what lay ahead. Her honesty and directness, and her unerring prescience, had made her a figure--someone whose influence and authority transcended her individual achievements, extraordinary as they were. In her later years, her movies brought her tremendous response and reward, both for their quality and because she was the first woman of her time to become a successful commercial film director. How did she do it? By her talent, naturally--her uncanny ability to give us romance as seen through a gimlet eye. Some people complained that her movies were sentimental--those happy endings! But those happy endings were actually realistic: She had lived one herself, through her long third marriage, one of the happiest marriages I''ve ever witnessed. The determination and persistence--and clarity--that saw her prevail in Hollywood were the qualities that earlier had propelled her to the heights of journalism, first as a reporter, then as an outspoken com- mentator.

Her abiding principle was the reality principle. And of course she had a not-so-secret weapon: She was funny, even when she was furious; funny through thick and (as we know from Heartburn) thin. And she was openly and generously personal without being egotistical. She saw everything wryly, including herself. She also looked great. This book is structured around the many genres and subjects she explored and conquered. As you''ll see, it''s autobiographical, sociological, political. It adds up to a portrait of a writer, a log of a writer''s career, and an unofficial--and unintended--report on feminism in her time.

She''s a reporter, a profilist, a polemicist, a novelist, a screenwriter, a playwright, a memoirist, and a (wicked) blogger--blogging came along just in time for her to lash out fiercely at the bad old days of Bush/ Cheney. And let''s not forget that she was an obsessed foodie. Even her novel has recipes. What was she like in real life? To begin with, she was a perfect spouse: She and her Nick could have given lessons to that earlier exemplary Nick-and-Nora, the Thin Man and the Thin Man''s lady. She adored her two boys, and nobly tried not to micromanage them. (A real sacrifice: Managing things was one of her supreme talents--and pleasures.) She was a fanatical friend, always there for anyone who needed support, encouragement, or kindness. She was also, I can report, a wonderfully responsive colleague.

We worked together on all her books after her first collection, Wallflower at the Orgy, without a single moment of contention. As a result, I think I know what she would have wanted this book to be, and her family allowed me to shape it. My immedi- ate reward was having a professional excuse to reread everything she ever wrote. No other editorial job I''ve ever performed has been so much fun. A few notes on the text. Since almost all of this material has previ- ously appeared in print but in a variety of venues, we''ve justified such technical matters as spelling and punctuation. There are some places (surprisingly few, actually) where, over the years, Nora repeated certain stories (sometimes with minor variations) or remade certain points--as in her memories of her early role model, "Jane." We''ve left these as they originally appeared so that they can be read in context.

The brilliant introduction she wrote for the published version of When Harry Met Sally . originally preceded the text of the script, but now it fol- lows it--I felt it gave away too many of the surprises to come. The recipes--she might not have been pleased--remain untested. --Robert Gottlieb.