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Tuesday, October 18, 2005

New Judith Miller, new Harriet Miers

Judith Miller book deal in doubt.

Harriet Miers' makeover may prove to be a lesson learned for Judith Miller: When you're this far into a mess, change your style, and maybe the world will confuse it for something new.

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What do you get if you sit in jail for almost three months? Used to be a book deal.

In the wake of Miller's latest revelations, the deal may fall apart.

Miller's credibility is toast.

The latest revelations raise questions about her book.

Would anyone bother to buy it, knowing they might have to fact check every item?

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Miller claimed she didn't remember her sources. Strange, this is at odds with the WMD claims where she couldn't remember the facts. How can she remember things that are not real; but not remember things that are?

Apparently the President isn't the only one paid to confuse reality and fiction.

We know the WMD claims were part of a larger orchestrated effort. Perhaps Fitzgerald will find these are related to war crimes.

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Millers' public statements cast doubts about her book deal. If remains unclear what the publisher should have her write about.

Even if the public were to purchase the next installment of "Judy Says. . . " or "Judy Maybe Not . . ." we can only wonder how Miller proposes to write a novel.

Recall, while at the New York Times, Miller had access to the pre-eminent fact checking system in the world.

Now that she's on permanent leave of absence, that would imply that she's no longer in the building.

Yet, if we can't rely on the NYT to fact check Miller's news copy, how will the publisher fact check her book?

If the NYT can't fact check, why should the public pay her to do what the NYT could not?

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Miller doesn't look a day older that 30, and not believable she's suffering from memory loss.

The only ones who appear to have lost their minds are the publishers, still hoping to salvage something from the shipwrecked Miller.

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It looks like she's on her own deserted Island, and no amount of re-releasing another pseudo-reality TV show will leave her better off than the Castaways on the original Gilligan's Island.

Judith may wish she had never left prison, where she had a steady source of food and employment.

She appears to be as toxic as former-FEMA's Michael Brown.

You'll know we've come full circle when the NYT hires her back as a consultant to advise the NYT public editor how to report on the management changes.

If Miller's fiction were this exciting, I might read her novel.