I’ve seen Barry Diller four times in public. First at a restaurant in Sag Harbor, two more times at Manhattan restaurant Michael’s, and last at Stanford’s Hoover Institution.
I knew who he was, he not me, but at Hoover I walked up and shook his hand to tell him what a big admirer I was of his many business achievements. To this day, I wish I’d asked why the longtime Democrat was at right-leaning Hoover, but this was Barry Diller. Everyone wants to talk to him.
Which in a sense explains this review of his excellent new memoir, Who Knew. There’s no need to lead with a description of who Diller is simply because readers already know who he is. That they know who Barry Diller is speaks to why readers should drink deeply of memoirs like those of Diller simply because in an entertainment industry sense, they’re arguably the last of their kind.
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