Macleans.ca’s Lianne George has a review of Anderson Cooper’s book “Dispatches From the Edge”…

The book, now being heavily promoted on his show, feels at once like a worthy cultural document and a self-indulgent screed. The latter seems surprising from someone who says he strives to keep himself out of the story. One topic that is glaringly absent from Dispatches is that of his private life. In particular, Cooper’s sexuality has been a source of broad speculation for some time. But it’s a subject he refuses to address publicly. “I do my job and that’s really what I’m about,” he says. “The rest I have no interest in talking about and people can make up their own minds and think what they want.”

Yet what could be more intimate than discussing the suicide of his brother? On the day of Carter’s funeral, a small party of photographers snapped away as Cooper helped his grieving mother out of the car. “I hated them: circling like vultures over our barely breathing bodies,” he writes in his book. “I’d forgotten that moment, that feeling, until this past year, when I found myself reporting outside Terri Schiavo’s hospice.”