IF YOU THINK Caroline Kennedy is following her family’s lead in trying to start at the top in a big job in politics (which has sometimes been referred to as show business for ugly people) with much too much chutzpah and too few credentials, you would be right, but you might also be somewhat mistaken in where the true model might lie. True, in 1962 Uncle Ted jumped into the Senate at thirty with naught but his name to commend him, but it is true too and largely forgotten that in 1967 and 1968 Caroline’s Aunt Lee, her mother’s younger and even more beautiful sister, tried to jump into show business (which might be called politics for good looking people), through family names, extended connections, and powerful friends. Substitute Caroline Kennedy for Princess Lee Radziwill; substitute Ted Kennedy and Mayor Mike Bloomberg for Truman Capote; substitute the Senate for the great stage that it sometimes resembles, and you have déjà vu all over again, as Yogi Berra once put it: the same reflective celebrity, based on the same woman and family; the same second-hand and borrowed charisma; and the same sad story of rash expectations, and the nemesis hubris can bring.