For sheer cushiness, there’s a case to be made that there has never been a more palatial home for writers than Vanity Fair during Graydon Carter’s twenty-five-year run as editor from 1992 to 2017—a halcyon era for magazines that, given the internet-fueled destruction of print publications over the last fifteen years, already feels like ages ago. I was a writer there for all of it, and I savored every minute. If I share my part of its story accurately, you will probably hate me.
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