By New York Post (Opinion) | Created at 2026-09-28 00:31:55 | Updated at 2026-09-28 03:22:53
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Copies of "Swan Song: Diana, My Sister" go on sale in London, Tuesday, Sept. 22, 2026. In the book, Princess Diana's brother Charles Spencer recounts her life, her relationship with the royal family and the aftermath of her death in 1997.
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Doors throne open to Di past
The book is “Swan Song: Diana, My Sister.” Penguin Press. Author: Eton-educated journalist Charles Spencer, a k a 9th Earl Spencer, whom I know and who lost his adored sister Princess Diana in August 1997.
A copy was delivered to me before he crossed the ocean to meet every US reporter this side of Guam.
It explains her future king husband hissed, and here’s his Page 121 quote, “We’ll forget her soon enough.”
Page 128: “Diana was made to feel as if she was stupid.”
Chapter 22’s “A Permanent Quest to Bring Her Down” states, “I used to fear that a terrible accident could take place.”
Spencer’s quote: “I always believed she’d be killed in the end. It was only a matter of time.”
Buckingham Palace did not favor her. And her husband was “extremely jealous of Diana’s star power,” Spencer writes.
As for the night it happened, its how/what/why/who is never reported on. Only how “the Queen looked smart and composed in a black dress for the funeral.” Only how “the Queen was seen in the streets outside the royal palaces thanking people for their kind condolences.”
And then — it was all over. Done. Yesterday’s news. Happened 30 years ago.
In today’s world, with phones and TV, there’s 24-hour dish. A wacko zaps a homeless person in a subway? Big bold newspaper headlines. Photos. Reminiscences from friends. Chat shows nobody’s heard of discussing the story. Princess Di gone? Social media and AI will tell every detail.
Accident? Skilled driver? Royalty? In public? And nobody knows nothing?
Would seem somebody knows something. But nobody says anything. We have podcasts, radio, newspapers, marchers schlepping placards, airplane skywriters, supermarket ads, devotees, chewing gum wrappers, T-shirts — and not one single body reporting what might appear to have happened?
His Majesty the King — with infirmities and how the book treats him, and how the world views the rest of his family — is not sending copies of this for the holidays.
Still, a lifetime later, nobody dares suggest knowing anything about that August night. Maybe someday somebody will know and somebody will tell.
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Museum Pic’s fight over lost art
OK. Pay attention. I have stuff to tell you: 1918 in Biarritz, France. Sunny glamour. Picasso’s honeymoon with Olga Khokhlova. It’s where he painted “Woman in an Armchair.” Understand, we are not talking cockamamie Crayolas here. Fast forward. 1936. Solomon Guggenheim acquired the canvas for his foundation. In 1960 it was lent to the University of Pittsburgh. Suddenly this masterpiece disappeared — stolen from the student union. Chubb Insurance paid $7,000 for the loss.
The plot thickens. This painting recently popped up at Christie’s. For sale. How, I don’t know. I wasn’t there. But now a crate of Guggenheim lawyers is suing Lawrence Jay and Wendy Cohen Handler, who claim they bought the stolen Picasso in ’99 from Fifth Avenue’s Beadleston Gallery.
They are not into Crayolas. They want it back. Listen to me. Split the baby in a Solomonic solution: Guggenheim takes the woman, the Handlers get the armchair, I get a grainy photo on my crappy phone and Donald sells the specs to Iran. Meanwhile, leave us be careful. The thing could end up as a Crayola on 14th Street.
Only in New York, kids, only in New York.
