Vanity Fair's Michael Wolff has recently spent an awful lot of time with Rupert Murdoch, as he prepares a biography of the News Corp. chairman. For a column set to run in the October edition but already up online, he writes, "For nine months, I've been interviewing Rupert Murdoch, in an unlikely spirit of openness precipitated by his great satisfaction in having bought The Wall Street Journal, about journalism, his business, politics, his family, and the future for a new biography. I was warned about his charm by many other journalists -- warned not to fall victim to it. So the surprise was his lack of it. He's without introspection and self-analysis and doesn't like to talk about the past. What's more, he mumbles terribly (and with a heavy Aussie accent) and seldom finishes a sentence. ...But his odd lack of seductiveness or felicitousness -- contributing to his aura of villainy -- became after a while alluring in itself. There's no spin, because he really can't explain himself. Rather, what you see is what you get. He's transparent. The nature of the beast is entirely evident."