Thank you Dominick Dunne

I loved all of Dominick Dunne's Books. He wrote about peoples lives... really rich people with realy rich people problems... a good escape.. a great Lifetime movie!

I didn't understand his obsession of the OJ trial until I heard about his life story. I loved him even more when I read a copy of his 1982 Vanity Fair story about his daughter's death and the trial of her murderer. It will break your heart. (His daughter- murdered by a stalker - Dominique Dunne - the teenage girl in Poltergeist.)

Anyway... I smiled today when I heard he had passed. I hope he finds some peace. I also hope Ted Kennedy is at peace. They both lived life in the fast lane.

Dominick Dunne and Ted Kennedy died on the same day. Why is that of any interest? Has anyone read A Season in Purgatory. One of Dunne's Bestsellers - Made for TV Movie. A good, Lifetime type of movie with politics, sex, murder, large Irish Catholic Family..... you get the rest....

The following is a copy of the book review from Entertainment Weekly - April 16, 1993.

....Readers are hereby enjoined from heeding malicious speculation. There is absolutely no truth to the rumor that A Season in Purgatory, Dominick Dunne's highly entertaining if rather salacious novel about a criminally rich clan of Irish Catholic New Englanders with dynastic political ambitions, is meant to represent any family you ever heard of. All characters and incidents portrayed are purely imaginary. Any and all resemblances to Joseph P. and Rose Kennedy of Boston, Hyannisport, Palm Beach, etc., their heirs and descendants, courtiers, and hangers-on are wholly and purely coincidental.

Okay, so there are some resemblances: Paterfamilias Gerald Bradley — an almost comically ruthless tycoon with a habit of slipping into the beds of his daughters' bridesmaids, then doling out mink coats and hush money-may appear to have been lifted from the pages of Nigel Hamilton's controversial biography JFK. Ditto Bradley's shallow, social-climbing, ostentatiously pious wife, Grace. Or their huge brood of toothy, charming, athletic children-including the martyred Kevin, killed in a war he could have avoided, and poor mad Agnes, sequestered among nuns and forgotten. But there are big differences from the Kennedy saga too. The Bradley boys, see, attend Yale, not Harvard. They go to Congress from Connecticut, not Massachusetts. And they don't play touch football. They play softball.

And it's with a softball bat that handsome, charismatic Constant Bradley, his father's favorite, is said to have bludgeoned to death a 15-year-old neighbor named Winifred Utley late one night in 1973. According to the Bradleys and their sycophants among the press, it's a vicious, entirely false accusation made nearly 20 years after the fact by one Harrison Burns, a scholarship student befriended by Constant at prep school and given an Ivy League education at his family's expense. And besides, the wench was a tease. ''A youthful prank that got out of hand,'' Constant's father and brothers think.