Few columnists elicit such starkly contrasting responses as Catherine Deveny, and that’s just the way she likes it. Michael Lallo reports.
CATHERINE Deveny is sitting on a couch out the front of her house, her bare feet up on a stool. It’s hot and windy, and her red cotton dress is billowing around her ears. After her fourth inadvertent Marilyn Monroe impersonation, she yanks it down and tucks it between her legs. Then she likens herself to a prostitute as she sets about biting the hand that feeds her.