Oh, the Horror, of Jocko’s Nose

Tina Brown writes in the Washington Post on Jocko, and describes Martin Bashir thusly..Why on earth did Jackson and the Princess of Wales both choose to open up their entire lives to this brooding, charm-free figure? He looks about as well-intentioned as the interrogator you meet when you are rendered by the U.S. military — and seems to wreak the same havoc on his subjects’ lives.

In the low, appalled voice one reserves for especially heinous horrors, Bashir asks, “Is it true that your father used to say you had a fat nose?” Jackson theatrically averts his head at the ghastliness of this memory and then says with a half-weeping snicker: “Yeah . . . You want to die. You want to die. . . . God. It’s hard.”