I remember watching Donald Trump's 2015 interview with Katy Tur, and thinking, "Now I know what this reminds me of. She's Lizzy Bennet dealing with an incoherent Lady Catherine DeBourgh!" The truth was even weirder, with Tur trying to make sense of his word salad on a 500-day cross-country odyssey which started by chance. NBC assigned Tur that interview because she was available - based at the time in London, she was in New York because she had a few free days and Make-a-Wish arranged a tour through the NBC News studios with a reporter. "It'll be a few weeks of following Trump, and then he'll drop out. Or he'll win and you'll be the White House correspondent." But there was no way he could win, right?
Well, he did, and no matter how confused or horrified Tur was during the campaign, she always thought there was a chance. So did I, by the way. A few days after Trump announced his candidacy with paid extras cheering him on, I jumped back into the temp pool. I shared an office with three men, all of whom though he'd be a decent President although perhaps he wouldn't get along with Angela Merkel. Granted one was the angriest, most bitter person I've ever met and another one daily spouted conspiracy theories so outlandish that even with 30+ years of urban legend research he amazed me. Still, it gave me pause. I, however, didn't have a close-up view of the vitriol and venom. I saw clips of the rallies; Tur saw a pleasant woman who'd 30 minutes earlier helped her style her hair shouting and cheering for people to beat up the press corps. Cameras didn't show the shirts saying "Trump that Bitch" (and other, cruder variations) or "Hillary should have married OJ" (did they realize that meant they wish Hillary Clinton had been violently hacked to death in the 90s?). They didn't show Trump, after weeks of ignoring her questions (therefore putting her job in jeopardy) forcing a kiss on Tur before an appearance on *Morning Joe*. The media briefly reported that Tur needed the Secret Service had to escort Tur out of an event because the candidate had incited the crowd to attack her, but not how most of the press corps had security to protect them from the crowds. We saw the misogyny but not the Trump staffer who, after telling Tur about his wife and kids asked, "So where can I meet 30-year-old women?"
Horrifying as the campaign could be, Tur managed to find humor and camaraderie in the insanity. Throughout the book, she keeps a sense of humor, a feeling of "Is this real?" and at least once the desire to mutate into a flying creature (it makes sense in context). Behind the media glare, there's junk food, hookups and breakups, disorientation, friendships, and nights spent looking for something funny and non-political to watch while trying to fall asleep. On November 7, Tur spent the evening watching with dread as the concession party turned into a victory celebration. She turned down the White House assignment in favor of general political reporting and fill-in anchor spots, and her career is definitely on the way up. I wish her well, and hope she also finds time to write more books.
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