November 9, 2008
Still living on the Upper East Side, Montgomery has since shied from the public eye. He’s occasionally still seen in Central Park, his cadre of admirers no longer in tow. He has not granted an interview since the disastrous revelation upon his return, and little effort has been made by mainstream media to pursue the once-hot svengali; Barbara Walter has rescinded her year-end interview invite, his own alma mater has revoked his honorary doctorate, and K-H-8-related post hits have dwindled, the spotlight now usurped by other troubled writers claiming booze, sex, and drug addictions. If only those were Montgomery’s worries.