I Don't Know Monica Lewinsky, and I'm Not in the CIA. Now How about that Interview?

In: PS: political science & politics, Band 42, Heft 2, S. 295-298

Abstract

On January 18, 1998, I walked off a plane in São Paulo, Brazil. As I
cleared customs and weaved through the hot, steamy airport, the
cafes and newsstands, I noticed one young woman's face on the front
pages of all the newspapers and journals I passed. She was wearing a
beret and hugging Bill Clinton in the photo, and her name was Monica
Lewinsky. Never having heard of her before, I assumed the interest
in her was specific to Brazil. Surely I would know her name
if she actually mattered to anyone, I thought, and went
on.