Nicole Brown Simpson: The Private Diary of a Life Interrupted Audio Cassette – Dec 1994
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From Publishers Weekly
This much-publicized and highly sensational ``instant'' book by one of the closest confidantes of O.J. Simpson's slain ex-wife may well leave readers wondering, ``With friends like that, who needs enemies?'' Dedicated by Resnick (a self-proclaimed serious substance abuser) to ``the most wonderful friend I have ever known, and to women everywhere who are trapped in corrosive and humiliating relationships like the one Nicole did not survive,'' this tabloidy tell-all seems to dish as much dirt on Nicole as it does on her ex-husband, whom Resnick appears convinced murdered her best friend and Ron Goldman. Co-written by Walker, who works for the National Enquirer, the book is chock-full of details about the doomed couple's lives: O.J.'s uncontrollable temper, ego and possessiveness; Nicole's physical yearnings for tequila, Kansas City Chiefs football star Marcus Allen (who is a longtime friend of O.J.'s) and slain waiter Ron Goldman, who Resnick insists did not have an affair with her murdered girlfriend, but whom she felt certain Nicole was ``inevitably'' going to ``do.'' The book, which includes a brief chapter chronicling the night shortly before the murders when Resnick and Nicole fell into each other's arms and experimented with lesbian sex, altruistically concludes with a section offering a state-by-state listing of Help Line phone numbers for female victims of domestic violence. Photos.
Copyright 1994 Cahners Business Information, Inc.--This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.
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Her whole claim to fame is name dropping... (and,this is her only claim to fame...) When you read this book you realize how fake and pretnetious people like Bruce Jenner, Kris Jenner, Faye Resnik, and Nicole and O.J. Simpson really are/were. Its almost as though Resnik was more upset about Nicole's death because ahe lost her "link" to the "inner circle".
I also think that the things she wrote about Nicole were SOOOO disrespectful, not only to Nicole, but especially to Nicole's childre, I cant imagine them reading such awful things about their murdered mother, Didnt they go through enough??.... There are extremely private things that Faye discusses about Nicole that are so cold and hurtful (if they are even true) I cant imagine that this was Nicole's best friend. If she cared anything for Nicole she would have kept her collagen-enhanced mouth shut.
She is a brat, she has done NOTHING worthwhile for this country, her "best frined" or those poor children that she left behind.., I can not believe that the publishing co. allowed her to write such trash about a person that was brutally murdered. With a friend like this, who needs enemies?
As the previous reviewers have already noted, there is not much sympathy for this kind of lifestyle.
I read this book for the simple fact of gaining some insight into Nicole's husband. O.J. is indeed a great actor. His facade has masked what he really is. In this, the book suceeds in giving some glimpses of a very troubled person. At the same time, it gives a poor view of the lifestyles of the rich and idle.
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It's bad enough that the so called "Dream Team" and her murdering ex-husband trashed Nicole so badly in the wake of the murders and during the criminal and civil trials. But when this person was a so-called friend, it is just inexcuseable. Poor Nicole. I don't think she'll ever rest in peace.
For a glimpse of the real Nicole, read the things that her family has said about her. And for a glimpse of the reality of her relationship with her murdering husband, read the book "Raging Heart" by Sheila Weller. I wonder if book burnings are still conducted? If they are, this one should be at the top of the pile.
Anyway, Resnick's book.
I have read many celebrity memoirs and just as many true- crime and celebrity hangers-on tomes, but this one really takes the cake with the facade of its intent and in its marked opportunism masked as some kind of morality play.
Resnick purports to be on a mission. Her mission is two-fold. She wants to correct the media's portrayal of her dear, departed friend and she wants to help other victims of domestic abuse.
While Resnick does spend considerable time on the brume of abuse and terror Nicole lived under as the wife of OJ Simpson, she spends just as much time sharing with us her insider's knowledge of the minutia of Nicole's sex life. She does this under the guise of her first mission, correcting the media's portrayal of her friend. In this way, the definition of what constituted sex to Nicole becomes very important, and Resnick goes on to differentiate between which relationships of Nicole's were just "play" (Nicole's word, Resnick's tells us, for any non-penetrative sexual act) and which relationships qualified as actual intercourse in glorious detail. How Resnick is able to recall with such accuracy her friend's sex (or "play") life one is left to wonder. She claims to have kept a diary (of her friend's sex life?) but that it was stolen after the murders. She frames this sexual straw- splitting and the gratututious revelations it allows for as protection of her friend's dignity. ("See, she wasn't really a slut! Most of her relationships were just b.j's!")
The book's trashiness is made all the more pronounced by Resnick's frequent declarations of unyielding love for her subject, a love so strong and so numinous that of course it would have to be explored sexually, with Nicole, it is implied, wearing the man-pants in the tryst, because, as Resnick reconstructs for us in all its lighted- candle hot- tubbed glory, Nicole wore a man's tie the night they both gave into a mutual physical attraction so strong it could only be interpreted as more evidence of their soul bond.
I'm a tabloid baby. I'm all for salacious, juicy details in print- but not when the person who's life these details have been purportedly pruned from has been brutally murdered, and not when the nut graf of the story is one of two BFF's -one live, one dead - and the live one is betraying the confidences of the dead one to such a degree that if there is an afterlife, Faith deserves to get her ass kicked there by Nicole. I'm sorry; it's too gross, even for me. I could deal with learning Nicole considered her vagina conditioned to the length of a black man's penis under different circumstances, maybe from her divorce paperwork from OJ, but not now that the person who supposedly did the conditioning left her head hanging on her neck by only sinew.
What I found the most interesting about the book was the Kardashian angle. Kourtney, Kim and Khloe all grew up in this environment- all the participants in the OJ saga where their parents close friends. Bruce Jenner, their step father, was best friends with OJ, and Kris, their mother, very close with both Nicole and Faith. I think growing up in that environment explains a lot about the Kardashian women now. All they've ever known is selling your life out, your friend's lives' out, fame as the number one reason for living, that when in doubt, sex, above all else, sells. Not that I think they should have, but I doubt Kim's family could have cared much at all about her leaked sex tape. Something like that would have been considered par for the fame course. Their mother was one of Nicole Brown Simpson's closest friends and their father, Robert, returned to law after years of working in the recording industry just so he could help in the defense of their mother's close friend's murderer. What a world to grow up in. I'd love to know what it was like, but I imagine those girls may not know a world free of spin. If I'm right, it may not be their faults if they don't know how to tell the truth.