Rielle Hunter’s new book detailing her affair with former politico John Edwards is now in bookstores everywhere. Barring any new developments, it looks like most copies will stay there.
Hunter achieved infamy when Edwards, a former presidential candidate, announced he was having an extra-marital affair with her while his wife, Elizabeth Edwards, was battling the terminal stages of breast cancer. Mr. Edwards was subsequently indicted on six charges that he illegally used campaign contributions to cover up his affair with Ms. Hunter. He has since been acquitted.
After a disastrous book tour, during which Ms. Hunter managed to sell only 6,000 copies, the honey-haired home wrecker is licking her wounds. In the run-up to her book tour, Ms. Hunter was embarrassed on the View when Ms. Walters and crew called her a “a scheming, heartless, liar” in front of throngs of menopausal women. Ms. Hunter was making an appearance on the daytime talk show to announce her split with Mr. Edwards, though she insists he is a great father to their daughter.
Ms. Hunter’s tell-all memoir is titled “What Really Happened: John Edwards, Our Daughter, and Me.” Ms. Hunter’s book joins “Soul Enchilada: The Devil Is In the Details” as one of the worst-named books ever to appear in print. While Soul Enchilada burns the sensibilities with its re-fried wit, What Really Happened merely disappoints by being shockingly bland. The heart shudders at the inevitable titles that Ms. Hunter must have proposed before settling on this albatross.
Not all is lost for Ms. Hunter, however. Despite the book’s poor sales, “What Really Happened” did manage to crack the New York Times’ Bestseller List. While the Hunter camp celebrates its modest coup, writers and editors all across the nation are bemoaning two truly depressing facts: E. L. James’ 50 Shades trilogy is resting atop the “literary” world for the 19th straight week; it only takes 6,000 units to be a “best-seller.”