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NBC Says Brokaw Does So Write His Own Books

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Jenny Tartikoff of NBC emails us about our recent post about Tom Brokaw and the cheapo scholarship:

The scholarship program was established to honor Tom Brokaw’s 30 years of service to NBC News. It’s just one scholarship opportunities offered to NBC/GE employees by NBC News, not Tom Brokaw.

Okay, we were wrong. It’s NBC News that’s cheap, not Brokaw.

The scholarship has already helped 18 students. It’s a highly competitive award and a great honor to receive.

It started in 1998 as a $5,000 award and increased last year to $7,500

So, after 10 years, NBC kicks in another $2500? We’d heard that GE wasn’t happy with NBC’s profit performance.

Lastly, Tom Brokaw has written all of his books and any suggestion ortherwise is categorically untrue.

We linked to Tabloid Baby, who quoted James Brady in Forbes. There must be more history to this.

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Forbes‘ James Brady Edges — Creepily — Into Teen Oblivion

brady_head_fbny.jpgReading Forbes‘ serial namedropping media columnist James Brady‘s columns has become one of FishbowlNY’s favorite weekly rituals. A guilty pleasure, if you will. So you can imagine our feverish excitement when we read the title of this week’s Brady gem:

Bimbos or Sweet 16

We, of course, were ready for a creepy cringefest of a column. We were almost disappointed. Almost:

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Monday Morning Meta Media Mashup

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James Brady has, like, lost it, man:

“Forgotten Hemingway” | James Brady, Forbes

Forbes’ resident namedropper is at it again: “I’ve long been a contributor to Parade magazine, along with Norman Mailer, David Halberstam, Bill O’Reilly, Gail Sheehy, Jim Webb, the late Ben Hecht, Carl Sagan, Dick Schaap, Peter Maas, James Thurber. Only recently did I learn Ernest Hemingway was also on the masthead.” Oh, really? The rest of the column serves as Brady’s own meta media column on Hemingway — Ernest Fucking Hemingway! — gleaning media insights from, oh, 1941, which, like his column, are quickly forgotten. GRADE: D

  • Monday Morning Meta Media Mashup
  • James Brady Uses Occasion Of Dirt To Dish From His Own Sordid, Checkered Media Past

    james_brady_head_fbny.jpgForbes.com media columnist James Brady has a few ideas culled from his glory days to improve FX’s Dirt:

    Since I was the guy who created Page Six, wrote high-flown gossip for New York magazine and was the editor of what was then called The National Star, now directed by [Bonnie] Fuller, I have a few ideas about juicing up Dirt. Start with the gin mills where Courteney [Cox]‘s staffers hang.

    When I took over as editor of the Star (I was also to write the gossip column under a pseudonym, “Winston Daniel”), owner Rupert Murdoch gave me one crucial bit of advice: “Don’t drink in the same bar where your reporters drink.”

    The bar that Star reporters then frequented was Tim Costello’s, presided over by Freddie the bartender. Freddie was famous for deftly squashing cockroaches on the bar with his thumb, then wiping the residue on his apron, to resume mixing drinks. But the featured players at Costello’s were my guys, led by chief reporter Steve Dunleavy, whose career began as a “tea boy” at the South China Morning Post.

    But Brady saves his best, awkward gem for last:

    I’d been hired by Murdoch out at his rented beach house on Further Lane. Following lunch, we talked money during a swim. Up and down we went, treading water and haggling. He was offering 50 grand, and I was holding out for 75. “50!” “75!” “50!” “75!” Then Rupert asked if we had sharks in these waters. “Yes, but why?” “I think I just saw one,” he said. “I’ll take 50!” I shouted, swimming rapidly toward the beach. Anything there for you in all this, Courteney?

  • ‘Dirt’ On TV [Forbes.com]