Suffice it to say…Anna is no Boris. Boris Pasternak, the real writer in the family must be turning over in his grave. So must all the other highly accomplished rellies with the Pasternak name. We have here the one who cannot let go of the Pasternak name (even through two husbands).
This present article of hers in “Tatler/Tattle” on the DofC reflects a pathetic attempt, as in the past (one chapter of the James Hewitt book should put it to rest) to ride the coattails of Anna’s other famous and accomplished relatives. Anna got into Oxford, probably on the back of this family name and its connections. Oxford should ask for their diploma back if this is the level of competency their program produces after 4 years.
This is writing of an uneducated, incompetent pseudo writer who should never have been admitted to any school of that caliber. Anna Pastyourneck’s ” work” showcases the fact that she has no real writing talent; she is, what in America we would call a “Hack writer”. By way of background, a “Hack” is a person hired by editors for their own purposes. Usually, a hack job, a “gun for hire” (in this case Anna) is one that mutilates a routine storyline of old facts to make it commercial for a re-issue of an old story, but a new assignment. The storyline usually is one that this Editor (in this case Dick Dineen) directed or outlined for (in this case, Anna, our ” Hack”) as to how they want the storyline to unfold. The “Hack” knowingly obfuscates, with the Editors backing, for money (which I understand Anna needs). The “Hack” creates fictional or distorted facts in an attempt to make the subject more outrageous or distasteful to the reader, thereby building up interest in the storyline in the magazine.
This “Hack”, Anna, apparently in line with her professional standards, did not see this as an assignment that she personally found unacceptable. One might almost say she pursues the Duchess’s profile in a very negative, almost gleeful way. The way the homely girl in High School hated the Prom Queen and feverishly portrays her as a slut to anyone who will listen. The darkness in her writing appears to flow very easily from Anna. It all comes across as so personal. Anna, the Hack, does go further than I have seen from the British press in the past.
Anna injected the unexpected; the bile and vitriol, and that took it beyond personally vicious and made it savagely aggressive. It has been made public that our little miss pastyourneck was in therapy (anger therapy?), and while there, engaged in an affair with the therapist, one Andrew Wallas. She divorced her husband for Mr. Wallas and they later married (I also understand she has daughter issues with their child).
Mr. Wallas, in my opinion, cannot be a very good therapist if this is the outcome his therapy produces. Clearly, if she was seeing a therapist, she possibly felt a fraud as a writer. Anna’s lack of success because she never measured up to the successes of Great Uncle Boris and Uncle Leopold etc. , would compound clear anger management issues, that she never measured up in the eyes of the world. Clearly, she is not cured of whatever it was that brought her to him. So maybe, you might want to bypass this one therapist, as I do not think we are talking great success in treating patients (or was too much time spent diddling each other during the sessions ).
The strands of all her personal issues are woven through the slant of this story on the Duchess of Cambridge. I would like to add however, I do not believe Megan Narcle was as involved as it has been noted. I think she was involved in parts, but I would like to think she does not have that kind of influence.
With Jessica Mulrooney probably being deposed (in the People magazine issue on TM) in the Court case of Megans , and the overall social destruction she has done to the Mulrooney name in Canadien circles, politically and socially. Her image is toast. I do think a well-placed story by Megan to Jess or the ear of someone who would pass it along is evident.
These weaknesses in a writer, attached to an editor of minimal , notable skill , especially one guiding the narrative, can only result in a sham piece. We all know a sham is something that is purported to be genuine, and this piece clearly is not. I presume when you are not concerned with real research and fact-checking in your writing, a hack/Anna produces for easy money, so the hack could probably could knock this piece out on her porch mid- COVID.
In this present case, this issue, along with a promotional offer they extended free molton brown with a $1 subscription offer attached to magazine. This therefore is the story to now learn from. The 15 yr. old editor’s own words to the public were “I am obsessed with Megan”. What real editor, of a real magazine, that once enjoyed a popular status, with a very specific readership would risk that readership by making a statement like that. Mr. Dick Dineen gives himself no sense of self-worth with his foolish and ridiculous “obsessed” statement, nor does he give his magazine (Conde Nast you are on notice!) any standing in that world anymore.
This article, his endorsement of it , his support of his writer (I cannot call her an author) via his position is devalued daily with this. Mr. Dineen’s Megan obsessed comment and subsequent over the top, unnatural interest in her and her antics is an insult to all real writers and real editors who present legitimate, factual, interesting, observant, even witty portrayals of public people and events.
With the present birth of those in the publishing orbit, this editor, Dick D. , Omid Scobie, and their ilk, the idea that the public have not nourished their own personal standards of what is acceptable must be made clear. The insinuation we all share a grammar school intellect and look to this as real writing, well, I guess the former subscribers can cancel, and newsstand readers of this rag (an old tabloid term as well) need to stop buying it, and the Internet needs to have Tattle pull it. This group who are referred by Tatler/Tattle regularly as the main readership of this magazine, are the aristocracy. If that is so, the Aristocracy need to examine what they want to read, because this is trash by any measurement of reading material. Going forward, having Tatler/Tattle on your coffee table will say more about you than you realize.
Thank you anon! Great read and I agree with you!