GEE, THAT'S...

Andy was an idiot-savant. Money was all he cared for, and it came to him effortlessly while he courted celebrities and the rich. He was cold and ruthless yet gave the impression of great vulnerability. He was the great enabler, the impotent celebrity who made it on sex appeal (or sex repeal, as I called it). He played the primitive in a sophisticated age, and he did not have to try hard at the role. Andy was quite primitive to begin with. His 1976 interview of another tiny terror, Truman Capote—a man who hated the truth more than Bill Clinton—made Warhol’s magazine, a publication on whose masthead I was proud to be the only heterosexual. Fred Hughes, the magazine’s president, and Bob Colacello, its star writer, had a lot of laughs about that.
I hated the freaks and the druggies, but looking back, Andy was an original—however phony his originality. His fame will grow exponentially as we become more and more Warholesque in our admiration of the cheap and the glitzy. 
 
TAKI writing in The American Conservative
March 2007