Sally Quinn, Snobbery and the Mink Stole Ladies Syndrome

Washington is full of people telling strangers how to live their lives or at least wishing they could. Same for the media world. I call it the Mink Stole Ladies Syndrome (based on a party scene in my novel The Solomon Scandals, set in the D.C. of several decades ago).

Sally Sterling Quinn, with her judgmental dissections of social-climbers such as the late Steve Martindale, isn't entirely innocent; nor am I, since this piece is a bit of a Catch-22.

Having entertained for eons on the Georgetown party circuit, not to mention all her media work, Ms. Quinn probably has committed her own share of solid-gold gaffes. She might admit to as much. On top of everything else, her relations with her stepchildren have been Katrina-stormy at times.

But could critiques of Ms. Quinn's life, in Vanity Fair, Gawker and elsewhere, be a little over the top-complete with Gawker's high-schoolish headline, "Sally Quinn Is a Creep"?

Even the Vanity Fair writer, Evgenia Peretz, acknowledges the obvious; yes, Ms. Quinn has been a hyper-dedicated mother toward Quinn Bradlee, who suffers from learning disabilities. She could easily have followed an expert's advice and have locked him up in an institution, freeing many thousands of extra hours for her journalism and entertaining. On top of that, despite all the time Ms. Peretz must have lavished on her highly readable profile of Ms. Quinn, do we know the full story of the society doyenne's relations with the stepchildren? Families can mystify and surprise even friends. Consider the separation of Al and Tipper Gore. Remember? The Gores' marriage would last forever, while the Clintons would race to the courts for a divorce the very nanosecond Bill left the White House.

I'd also caution the media against the reflexive dismissals of Ms. Quinn as a pure elitist snob. There is that side of her, granted, and Sally-haters have even summoned up a comparison between Ms. Quinn and Marie Antoinette, who, like her, gloried in the rural life or, as the critics might put it, the synthetic rustic. But wait. The ultimate elitist wouldn't blog for the Washington Post and write party tips for the masses; do you really think Ms. Quinn is the same as Washington's old cave-dwellers? What's more, consider her enthusiastic approval of Quinn's engagement to a yoga instructor named Pary Williamson. For all I know, maybe Ms. Williamson is a Vassar honors graduate born to blue-blooded millionaires. But buried in the Vanity Fair article are a few facts that suggest otherwise: "While some observers question Pary's motives-she seemed to appear out of nowhere and is said to have had a hardscrabble life-those who know her disagree. 'She really is a very upbeat, very exu ber ant, sweet, nice person and believes in all the spiritual values of yoga and all that stuff,' says one of her students. 'The whole idea of your life lived out in public is not her style at all.'"

Let's decode that, or try to. What does Ms. Peretz mean by "hard­scrabble life"? That like most other small-business people, Ms. Williamson has had to struggle? That she might actually come from a mere middle-class back ground or, gasp, even below? If so, the facts would not jibe very well with the image of Ms. Quinn as an unmitigated snob. Granted, Ms. Williamson is an instructor to such luminaries as David Gregory, Rahm Emanuel and Katharine Weymouth, but who's to say her connections will endure forever? Might Sally Quinn's eagerness to do the right thing for her son have beaten out snobbery? Based on what I've read, I think so. Quinn Bradlee has written of his family's preparations for his life after his elderly parents die. If the publicity is right-I can't say-Ms. Williamson will be a partner rather than a mere caretaker.

While Ms. Quinn's relations with parts of her extended family are dysfunctional in the extreme, I suspect that her own nuclear family has been far, far more functional than those of many of the critics. Could a little jealousy be at work here? I wonder after having read A Different Life (Quinn's memoirs) and A Life's Work: Fathers and Sons, a collaboration between Ben and Quinn Bradlee, "with observations by Sally Quinn." Father and son love to saw down trees and do other yard work, and Ms. Quinn has bought her own pink model. In fact, the family acquired a retreat in rural Maryland because the one in West Virginia was too remote, in case Quinn needed medical help for one of his many health prob lems. Antoinette synthetic? Hardly. Tree-work is what Ben Bradlee enjoyed as a boy: "Pop and I worked out in the woods from the beginning." Ms. Quinn recognized her husband's love of tree-chopping and learned to feel comfort able with a saw. In this case she might as well have been a Wal­mart mom.

Going by some morsels in the Vanity Fair article, I'd wonder, too, about Ms. Quinn's enemies portraying her as a full-strength home-wrecker. The marriage may already been doomed. Tony Bradlee "had found Washington journalism shallow," writes Ms. Peretz, and "was getting increasingly swept up in the mysticism of the George Gurdjieff spiritual movement." By contrast, according to Ben Bradlee's memoirs, Ms. Quinn "found the all-consuming nature of my involvement with the Post natural, even exhilarating." If Sally Quinn hadn't appeared, might another woman? I'm not condoning Bradlee's timing. But it's his life, and I find it endlessly baffling how people dedicated to the right of corporations to foul the Gulf of Mexico-or at least try to lobby away the regulatory apparatus-would want to dictate their "morality" to Bradlee and wife.

Simply put, although I'd never confuse Sally Quinn with Mother Teresa, it's time for some tolerance.

Amazon mystery: As of this writing, I don't see a single customer review of A Life's Work (rank 28,940 in Books) on Amazon-rather strange, given Sally Quinn's stature in the media. Part of the reason could be that Quinn Bradlee's memoirs have already scooped the new book and more directly address the needs of parents of children with learning disabilities. Another could be what others have already noted-the dueling-weddings controversy. Still another could be that A Life's Work is so full of intimate details that outsiders might feel they are trespassing, especially if they believe they can not be completely laudatory. I'd rate Work four out of five stars. The book has its flaws but is worth reading if you want between-the-lines knowledge of the ways of certain members of the Post media élite. Ditto if you're the parent of a child with learning disabilities.