Plus shockers from Prince Harry and memories of Fay Weldon’s The Life and Loves of a She-Devil
As 40,000 people move past the body of Benedict XVI at St Peter’s Basilica in the Vatican, I find myself giving more thought to Barbara Walters, whose death at the weekend was announced almost simultaneously with that of the former pope. I have mixed feelings about Walters, who could be a terrible old reactionary in some of her interviews, but also held Donald Trump’s feet to the fire more comprehensively than anyone has managed in the 30 years since their encounter.
