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Like Fire & Fury, the gossipy real-life soap opera behind a serious show.
When Barbara Walters launched The View, network executives told her that hosting it would tarnish her reputation. Instead, within ten years, she’d revolutionized morning TV and made household names of her co-hosts: Joy Behar, Star Jones, Meredith Vieira and Elisabeth Hasselbeck. But the daily chatfest didn’t just comment on the news. It became the news. And the headlines barely scratched the surface.
Based on stunning interviews with nearly every host and unprecedented access, award-winning journalist Ramin Setoodeh takes you backstage where the stars really spoke their minds. Here's the full story of how Star, then Rosie, then Whoopi tried to take over the show, while Barbara struggled to maintain control of it all, a modern-day Lear with her media-savvy daughters. You'll read about how so many co-hosts had a tough time fitting in, suffered humiliations at the table, then pushed themselves away, feeling betrayed—one nearly quitting during a commercial. Meanwhile, the director was being driven insane, especially by Rosie.
Setoodeh uncovers the truth about Star’s weight loss and wedding madness. Rosie’s feud with Trump. Whoopi’s toxic relationship with Rosie. Barbara’s difficulty stepping away. Plus, all the unseen hugs, snubs, tears—and one dead rodent.
Ladies Who Punch shows why The View can be mimicked and mocked, but it can never be matched.
336 pages, Hardcover
First published April 2, 2019
"I've always wanted to do a show with women of different generations, backgrounds, and views; and in a perfect world, I'd get to join the group whenever I wanted"I'm convinced that on some level, the many implications associated with her dream show and the unintended consequences were not only predictable, but exactly the kind of very close to the edge entertainment Walters wholeheartedly wished for when she wrapped up her opening remarks with the ominous caveat, "be careful what you wish for." A little piece of inner-voice verbal monologue? or a curse cackled by the aging mother hen? Either side you align with, some strong arguments for both strategies follow in Ladies Who Punch.