it's not martha, but...

heeeere's joanie, talking with vanessa redgrave about the year of magical thinking.

who caught joan didion on martha stewart a few months back? I laughed so hard that coffee almost came out my nose watching martha (who I really do adore) and miz joan attempt to hold a conversation. like ilsa, the she-wolf of the ss dominating a WWII-era prison camp, martha talked all over her about the year of magical thinking (the book and the broadway play). before revealing that she was giving her audience members all copies of joan's latest fiction collection, martha described the book as something like "410 pages." needless to say, they hardly connected. the camera even panned to joan's squirming publicist out in the front row a few times. with poor joan perched on the hotseat, martha only shifted into high gear after steamrolling over jamie oliver, who was talking up his new italian cookbook.