Mr. Gannon, the right-wing fake reporter and objet du flesh who was ripped apart by frenzied liberal bloggers last month, does a Q-and-A with the NYT Mag's Deborah Solomon.

An excerpt:

Should I call you Jim Guckert or Jeff Gannon?

My Amex card still comes in the name of James Guckert, but I want to be called Jeff Gannon. That is who I am.

Or rather it is the pseudonym under which you gained access to White House press briefings for two years, until your identity was revealed. Why do you think they let you in?

I don't know the answer to that. I don't know the criteria they use. I asked to be let in, and they allowed me to come. I was very fond of all the people in the press office. They treated me well. They probably treated me better than I deserved.

Are you suggesting that Bobby Eberle, the Republican operative who hired you to shill for his Gopusa under the guise of his Talon News service, has special access at the White House?

I just don't know the answer to that question.

Scott McClellan, the press secretary to President Bush, called on you and allowed you to ask questions on a nearly daily basis. What, exactly, is your relationship with him?

I was just another guy in the press room. Did I try to curry favor with him? Sure. When he got married, I left a wedding card for him in the press office. People are saying this proves there is some link. But as Einstein said, "Sometimes a wedding card is just a wedding card.''