- I attended Breakfast at the 92nd Street Y in November 1999. Gore Vidal was appearing with his biographer Fred Kaplan. I had a bagel with cream cheese and a couple of cups of joe to wake me up. Gore was as witty as you could be considering the hour was 7:30 a.m. Over 100 people attended. I screwed up the courage to ask, "Richard Eder in the daily Times book review called you a minor writer. I think most people in this room would disagree. If you're not a major writer, then who is?" Gore said, "I read it too and don't understand it." He then talked about how the Times picks favorites, such as Jerzy Kozinski in the 1970s. All you saw and read about was Jerzy Kozinski, in the Magazine, in the Book Review, in the news sections.
Almost all of the hour was devoted to questions from the floor. Gore referred to "Cousin Albert," i.e. presidential candidate Vice President Al Gore but was unexpectedly benign. I think Gore is holding out hope for a political appointment. How about head of the NEA? I read that Al avoids him at family reunion picture taking time. But after Al Gore recently sucked up to Don Imus by appearing on video at a celebrity roast of Imus, in an Imus Bros. mail order cowboy hat and denim workshirt, I think Al Gore would embrace Cousin Gore if he thought it could get him elected President.
After the breakfast Gore was kind enough to sign my copy of his autobiography PALIMPSEST. The woman ahead of me was monopolizing him and as he tuned her out he slowly turned his head to his left, smiled, and reached toward my book and signed it. I didn't get a chance to say anything except thank you very much. It was a warm smile. I didn't expect him to exude warmth but it was there. It must be a good feeling to fill a room of admirers at 7:30 in the morning and have them hang on your every word. He returned the bon homie by signing books for at least a half hour and letting the fans approach him. A class act, Gore Vidal.