
In Barbara Walters, we see a woman who refuses to imagine what the end of her career might look like. Which is why she felt perfectly comfortable hitting up Oprah, to plug her book Audition: A Memoir, to reveal she carried on an affair with Massachusetts’ married republican senator, Edward W. Brooke, in the 1970s, after meeting in a New York restaurant. She wouldn’t want to go out on this note, would she?
The affair ended when Washington Post gossip Maxine Cheshire started running items about the twosome; Walters says that’s when she ended the relationship, though that’s also when Brooke asked his wife for a divorce. But for the good of their careers, they stopped seeing each other.
“Ed Brooke was simply the most attractive, sexiest, funniest, charming, and impossible man,” writes Walters. “I was excited, fascinated, intrigued, and infatuated.”
Every reporter’s attempt to get comment from Brooke, who is now 88, have failed, which, uh, might suggest he has no interest in discussing his decades-old tryst. Kudos to Walters, then, for throwing him under the bus to move copies of the book.

I think it was tacky of her, her book would have sold anyway, but I guess without a bombshell she wouldn’t have gotten a big payday. I’m disappointed,
NASTINESS AND UGH
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This vile media wh-re feels the need to disclose this information whie Brooke is alive and married to someone else. Had Booke boasted about porking Walters it would have been viewed as strictly low class.This vile hack has no talent but for self promotion.
On Oprah today (5/7/08)they asked people for their opionion of Ms. Walter’s affair. Two people (one white male, one African-American female) responded there are certain things one should take to one’s grave. The others, women, white and AA, stated they were proud of her for loving the brothers. How nice. And how about the sisters? It was adultery. It was cheating. CHEATING. And she drops this bombshell just before the book comes out. Did JK Rowling give away the ending of Harry Potter? No class, Babs.