The phrase “New York literary agent” will forever precede the name Lucianne Goldberg.

It was that occupation that first brought the gravel-throated, Bill Clinton-hating, world-class gossip into contact with one Linda Tripp, who was thinking about chronicling shenanigans at the White House. From there, history blossomed.

Except that now, as the Monica S. Lewinsky affair finally appears ready to spew forth a raft of books, guess how many of the authors are represented by Goldberg? A grand total of zero.

She is remarkably calm about this, despite months of grumbling about “no paydays” from her role in bringing the whole mess to the attention of Paula Corbin Jones’ attorneys and Kenneth W. Starr.

“Publishing is boring anyway,” she says reflectively.

Take that to mean: Goldberg has alternatives.

Given how much time she has devoted over the last year to conversation about politics and the media, her next line of work is a no-brainer--she’s in negotiations to host a syndicated radio talk show.


If all goes well, she will start with a three-hour show broadcast a few days a week.