Title: don't bother
Product review: This book felt forced and pointless. I got the sense he'd said he was going to do a novel and had gotten an advance, and then he just felt obligated to turn in just anything. Because that's what this is: just anything. It's a numbing list of glitzy people and parties interlarded with whispered nuggets of OJ-iana. There's no plot, few fresh observations, and little insight into what happened. The character, Gus, if truly based on Dominick Dunne, reveals a sad and wearying self-disgust.
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