In the December issue of Harper’s Bazaar, ousted HarperCollins publisher Judith Regan magically reappears just in time to answer the question everybody wanted to know six months ago: What in the hell ever happened to Judith Regan? As it turns out, not very much. The “retired” editrix claims she’s tired of the public spotlight, desirous of a major lifestyle change and finally ready to come clean about her biggest regret, namely:
“Agreeing to reward a known murderer with a hefty book advance in exchange for his detailed how-to guide to committing double homicide.”
Kidding! Her much more boring answer: “… that I spent too much time in the office. I gave so much to my work, and honestly, it wasn’t worth it.”
Weird! We hear her former assistants (who are, coincidentally, all suffering from post-traumatic stress disorder) had the exact same regret!
Still, we can’t help but feel somewhat disappointed. After all, we expected more from the publishing industry’s dethroned (by default) Queen of Mean, especially considering her “cathartic moment” supposedly came when she was “belt[ing] out ‘My Way’ in a Chinatown karaoke bar.” Ultimately, however, Regan has a far more realistic outlook when it comes to future ambitions.
“I want my life to get smaller, not bigger,” she says.
Good luck with that, Judy! We hear unemployment’s great for that.
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