This has been a bad year for my favorite celebrities.
I used to adore reading his novels when I was younger. And his true crime stuff–coverage of the O.J. Simpson trials and the Menendez Brothers to name just a few. RIP Dominick.
This made me very sad and it’s too bad too that his death is going to be greatly overshadowed by Ted Kennedy’s. Not that they were on the same level, but that DD will slip through the cracks.
I did read he did finish a last novel due out later this year, so I’ll be waiting for that with much anticipation.
Not to pick on the guy, but I could never really stand his mix of reporter/socialite…just rubbed me the wrong way.
Still, RIP
I read Another City, Not My Own in one sitting, with a screaming migraine, on a cross country flight. I’ve never read anything other book while in that condition and it’s amazing that I remember any of it, let alone remember it fondly.
RIP, Mr. Dunne. You had a unique combination of humor, outrage and great dish and I’m going to miss you.
Yikes, another one. This is depressing.
(By another one, I mean this has kind of been a bad year for writers I grew up admiring.)