Big News: My Book About Andrew Cuomo Is Coming Out Soon

It will be published later this spring. Pre-order now!

Today is a very big day and I’m going to cut right to the chase. For the last few months, I’ve been working on a book about Governor Andrew Cuomo: how he wields power and how he failed New York during COVID-19. I am finally ready to make this public because my great publisher, OR Books, has made the book available for pre-order. It will be published this spring.

It is called The Prince: Andrew Cuomo, Coronavirus, and the Fall of New York.

If you have any interest in Cuomo, the pandemic, the nursing home scandal, state and national politics, and how power functions in New York State, you will want to buy this book. Please pre-order it today. Your book purchase is incredibly meaningful to me.

Pre-order here.

Why did I write this book? If you’ve read my work, you can imagine why. From the very beginning of the pandemic, I believed the plaudits Cuomo received were undeserved. Tens of thousands of people died and Cuomo became a national hero. It was a bizarre—and at times sickening—turn of events. Cuomo was on the cover of national magazines, people deemed themselves “Cuomosexuals,” and he even won an Emmy.

If you’ve paid attention to the news for the last two weeks, you know that’s all changed. The Cuomo reckoning is here. Many people are waking up to who he really is and examining his record—the ongoing nursing home scandal, the unhinged threats, the failure to save lives that could have been saved. His administration is facing an investigation from the U.S. Department of Justice. It’s all downhill from here.

Next year, though, Cuomo will seek a fourth term as governor. He is the most significant political figure to come out of New York State since Nelson Rockefeller and Robert Moses. Cuomo dominates politics and life here like no other man or woman. I believe my book is necessary because we need to hold the governor accountable and correct the record. The narrative has been skewed for a very long time and we are finally on the cusp of restoring reality. The Trump years were deranged for many reasons; Cuomo used his fellow Queens native as a foil, appearing to shine in comparison to the horror in the White House. Those days are over.

Cuomo had the audacity to write a memoir during the pandemic. It was published last October and briefly became a New York Times best-seller. How about we make a book about his failed leadership a Times best-seller too? It’s not impossible if we get the word out.

I’ll be sharing more about The Prince in the months to come. Now that it’s public, I can talk about it much more. I believe it can be an important book and I hope you buy it.

Instead of telling you more about the book, I’m going to do you one better—you can read an actual excerpt below. If you like it, buy The Prince. Every copy purchased is proof that New Yorkers want to know the truth about what happened in the last year.


On a warm day just before the start of summer, Governor Andrew Cuomo addressed the people of New York State and the nation for the 111th consecutive day. He was alone this time, not confining himself to a room with journalists or lecturing in front of PowerPoint slides. There were no celebrities to flank him. In a pale tie and dark suit, a photograph of his three daughters framed just to his right, Cuomo spoke with the emotion of a man who had witnessed catastrophe but conquered it completely.

“Over the past three months we have done the impossible,” Cuomo said. “We are controlling the virus better than any state in the country, any nation in the globe. I am so incredibly proud of what we all did together and as a community. We reopened the economy and we saved lives—because it was never a choice between one or the other. It was always right to do both.”

The governor, speaking behind his desk on live television, did not take questions. He didn’t have to. Among most of those watching—the operatives, the aides, the reporters, the enormous, reverential public—there was the feeling of a job well done, a crisis now in retreat. On that Friday, with the temperature nearing 90 degrees in the state capital of Albany, the number of people hospitalized was 1,284, compared to the more than 18,000 at the peak of the outbreak. “I thought about it every day as climbing a mountain. The Mount Everest of social challenges,” Cuomo said.

The address was relatively brief, clocking in at about nine minutes and fifteen seconds, and it closed with a somber yet celebratory video slideshow overlaid with narration from the governor himself. Images flashed across the screen: Cuomo, sepia-toned, with his top aide, Melissa DeRosa. Cuomo, huddled with tough men in camouflage. A whiteboard scrawled with facts about the virus. A boy removing one mask to display another mask, a message in marker combining on each:We Are All NY Tough.

Men and women appeared in masks. Others cheered from rooftops and balconies. “We have the lowest rate of transmission,” came Cuomo’s voice, the string music rising. “The phased reopening is working. Stay the course.”

Nowhere in the video came the death toll. This wasn’t a surprise. It was a day for valedictions, for aspiration and ultimately relief. The dreaded virus was raging elsewhere. It was done, it seemed, with New York. For Cuomo, once a politician who could spend weeks without addressing a single reporter, it was a special kind of validation, the type he had been seeking in a lonely decade in one of the nation’s most powerful perches.

Through all the triumphs, the failures, and the late-night rage channeled across telephone lines, Cuomo seemed to be a man cursed to govern in his father’s shadow, more feared than loved. He rarely shook hands at parades or rode the subway with the average commuter. Until 2020, he was not famous in any conventional sense, not in the currency of new media, never lodged too deeply in the consciousness of the state he had controlled since 2011.

Yet by June 19th, the coronavirus briefings had drawn nearly 60 million online views, on par with the music videos of mid-level pop stars. Cuomo’s favorability rating had ranged as high as 77 percent.

The 111th press briefing would be the last regular daily briefing of the coronavirus pandemic, Cuomo had declared earlier that week. Though he inevitably would need to address the public again. He had set or broken a record no one knew existed, appearing day after day on the television screens of a terrified public hungry for guidance. Donald Trump, another Queens native who had once been a Cuomo donor, was incapable of providing it in the White House, where he passed the days in a fugue of rage and idiocy.

Cuomo was the contrast, hurling bare facts at his viewers and sternly comforting them, like a father huddling his brood in the London Tube during the Blitz. He spoke of his elderly mother and his loving daughters, invited up Rosie Perez and Chris Rock, unveiled a wall of colorful cloth face masks, and once took a nasal swab test for all to see.

We had all been in this together. The journalists, tasked with covering the briefings typically staged in either New York City or Albany, reflected on what they had experienced, seated with Cuomo as he became a national phenomenon. Most of those who had covered the governor for a long period of time developed newfound appreciation in this period, praising him as columnists and pundits further removed from the Albany fray had done for months on end.

Deeming it a “remarkable run,” the New York Times’ Albany bureau chief, Jesse McKinley, wrote that he “thought the pleas for unity and understanding seemed genuine.”

“It seemed telling, too, that he quoted famous thinkers—Lincoln, Maya Angelou—letting them lend him gravitas,” McKinley continued. “His own truisms he sneaked into briefings by quoting a person who didn’t exist, A.J. Parkinson, an inside joke and old trick of his father’s, but also a tactic I found revealing: Here was a man who wanted to make maxims, but didn’t necessarily want to be credited—or criticized—for trying to sound profound.”

The Times journalist wondered in his piece, published on June 14th, if a state that had seen more than 30,000 coronavirus deaths—by far the most in the United States of America, rivaling the death tolls of European nations—could claim any kind of success. But it was a question posed in the eighth paragraph, passed over quickly enough. “Definitive answers won’t be known for years,” McKinley wrote.

But that’s not quite true. A year after the pandemic first struck, the worst in a century, judgements can begin to be rendered. If COVID-19 raged across America, infecting big cities and small towns alike while bedeviling both empirical Democrats and heedless Republicans, there was the inarguable body count: more than 40,000 deaths in New York, by far the most in America, well outstripping more populous states’.

By the end of 2020, New York’s death rate—like those of a number of American states—had easily surpassed that of Spain and Italy’s, two of the worst coronavirus hotspots in Europe. Only neighboring New Jersey, so closely tied to New York City, had a higher death rate. Jay Inslee, the governor of Washington State and a failed presidential contender, garnered little fame holding down a death rate of 35 per 100,000 people, even though Washington was the original coronavirus epicenter in America. New York, meanwhile, saw 178 per 100,000 people die by December.

There is a strong case to be made that Cuomo’s plaudits are wholly undeserved. At the most crucial point for the preservation of life in the state he governed, Cuomo failed to prevent mass death on a scale never before seen. New York City’s death toll alone surpassed 25,000, more than eight times the dead on September 11th.

How much of this can be joined to the actions taken by Cuomo and his erstwhile ally, New York City Mayor Bill de Blasio? There is no way to attribute a specific number. Trump spent the early months of 2020 downplaying, ignoring, or lying about coronavirus altogether, and failed to scale up an adequate national response. States were left to fend for themselves, federalism at its most dire. No discussion of Cuomo’s leadership can ignore the federal failure. And even well-meaning leaders, as evidenced in Europe, struggled with containing a virus that was so highly contagious, spreading through the most innocent of human interactions.

Those who spend enough time analyzing the Wonderland-quality of New York politics may come away with the mistaken impression that Cuomo and de Blasio were symmetrical combatants, sharing equal blame for New York’s coronavirus carnage. But that’s not right either. Though there is no way to tie individual deaths to one action or another, there is a clear record to suggest Cuomo’s decision-making in late February and early March doomed New York to far more suffering than it should have experienced, particularly when leaders elsewhere tamped down on the initial spread of a virus that was then at its most deadly and physicians and healthcare workers had little understanding of how to treat it best.

In the dark logic of the pandemic year, Cuomo won fabulous praise for being everything he wasn’t: calm, decisive, and trafficking in the worlds of fact and reason. He shut down New York City far too late and, like Trump, dismissed the threat of coronavirus. He mismanaged nursing homes and covered up the true death count there. He failed to quickly release inmates from state prisons as the virus spread unchecked.

Imagine, for a moment, Nero garnering critical acclaim for fiddling as Rome burned.