By People Staff
March 29, 1999 12:00 PM

by Andrew Morton

What’s left to say about Monica Lewinsky that we don’t already know?

Plenty, according to Princess Diana biographer Andrew Morton, whose new book Monica’s Story leaves no thong unthung as it details every murmured endearment that proved she and the President were sexual soulmates, every tear shed on those lonely nights when “Handsome” didn’t call, every trauma inflicted by the cruel classmates who nicknamed little Lewinsky “Big Mac,” every ounce of weight gained—and all the men (Bill Clinton, Kenneth Starr, her high-school drama teacher) who done her wrong.

Monica—like the rest of the country, apparently—is enthralled by the subject of Monica, and thanks to her appealing immaturity and appalling self-absorption (tragedy in Bosnia was an erotic turn-on for her and her sweetie), our costly, deeply destructive recent political crisis is finally revealed for what it was: an Oval Office teen romance.

Like a longer, more candid version of the recent Barbara Walters television interview, Monica’s Story provides all the grisly fascination of a train wreck in progress, a national disaster from which our unlikely heroine emerges—triumphant and famous, if a tad pathetic. In the end, Monica’s story reduces a national crisis to a star-crossed adolescent affair. (St. Martin’s, $24.95)

Bottom Line: A guilty pleasure