Heath Ledger: New Ghoulishness
I have to say I’m kinda glad that the new Vanity Fair came out without time to cover the Michael Jackson death: the magazine deserves no breaks, given the ghoulishness of the man who does grace its August cover: Heath Ledger. The story, by Peter Biskind, is the usual sunnily-bright-and-handsome-star-does-drugs piece. It is impossible for a celebrity to die young without that death being turned into a cliche narrative of rise and fall and canonization.
