Justice: Crimes, Trials, and Punishments [NOOK Book]

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For more than two decades, Vanity Fair has published Dominick Dunne’s brilliant, revelatory chronicles of the most famous crimes, trials, and punishments of our time. Here, in one volume, are Dominick Dunne’s mesmerizing tales of justice denied and justice affirmed. Whether writing of Claus von Bülow’s romp through two trials; the Los Angeles media frenzy surrounding O.J. Simpson; the death by fire of multibillionaire banker Edmond Safra; or the Greenwich, Connecticut, murder of Martha Moxley and the ...
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Overview

For more than two decades, Vanity Fair has published Dominick Dunne’s brilliant, revelatory chronicles of the most famous crimes, trials, and punishments of our time. Here, in one volume, are Dominick Dunne’s mesmerizing tales of justice denied and justice affirmed. Whether writing of Claus von Bülow’s romp through two trials; the Los Angeles media frenzy surrounding O.J. Simpson; the death by fire of multibillionaire banker Edmond Safra; or the Greenwich, Connecticut, murder of Martha Moxley and the indictment—decades later—of Michael Skakel, Dominick Dunne tells it honestly and tells it from his unique perspective. His search for the truth is relentless.

With new essay, “Mourning In New York,” about September 11, 2001.

From the Trade Paperback edition.

Dominick Dunne's essays do much more than simply describe; his investigations have shed new light on those crimes and their perpetrators - and demonstrated how it is possible for some to skirt, even flout, the law.

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Raymond Chandler meets Truman Capote in the incisive, gripping writing style of Dominick Dunne. In Justice -- based on the stories published in Vanity Fair on crimes, trials, and punishments -- Dunne proves himself a master of the reportorial genre. But these stories, connected to some of society's wealthiest names and families, become more than just great reads. Dunne's work reveals, explores, -- and, sometimes, excoriates -- the world of jet-setters, country clubs, and courts themselves. They aren't lurid tales of those who see themselves as beyond the law so much as glimpses at the underbelly of the American Dream.

Two of the stories are a virtual tour de force. First, there is the opening essay, which expresses the horror of the murder of Dunne's daughter and the trial of her killer. Dunne is witness to it all and is transformed by the gross miscarriage of justice. His haunted account gives us insight into the writer's drive and interest in these kinds of crimes;in his re-telling, they become chilling moral tales. The second extraordinary piece in the book, written with all the earmarks of film noir in style and content, is on the 1943 murder of socialite Patricia Burton by gold digger Wayne Lonergan. Dunne's writing in these two essays -- and throughout the book -- shows all the cinematic acumen of the screenwriter he once was.

Almost impossible to put down, Justice is much more than just a compelling read. It is classic, hard-boiled American writing; stories drawn from reality that, in their retelling, transcend any hint of exploitation. Justice is a look at America, through a glass darkly. (Elena Simon)

Elena Simon lives in New York City.

Publishers Weekly
Listening to this audiobook is like having a series of long dinners with Dominick Dunne and listening while he recounts in some detail all the famous crime cases he has covered in his 20-year career. Even better, listeners get to choose the site, can eat (or not eat) whatever they want and don't have to dress up (or at all). Dunne is coy, sly, casually amusing, outrageously brazen and even occasionally tedious as he tells what Claus von Bulow's lover wore while she waited for her comatose rival to die in the other bedroom, what Lyle and Erik Menendez were really like and why Los Angeles society (and Dunne's own writing) never really recovered from the O.J. Simpson case. His stories are even heartbreaking, especially in his cool, crushing account of the trial of the young chef who murdered his daughter, Dominique the horrid crime and supreme legal injustice that got Dunne into the justice game in the first place. Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Library Journal
The U.S. legal system love it or hate it, you can never say it's boring. Fraught with controversy, corruption, and occasionally even justice, Dunne's latest offering keeps the listener riveted, following every twist and turn of the trials presented. Claus von Bulow, the Menendez brothers, Martha Moxley, Michael Skakel, and O.J. Simpson: all cases thoroughly documented and masterfully told by Dunne in a tone and manner that few authors can mimic or match. But by far the most compelling story is that of his daughter Dominique's murder, a crime in which the convicted person was allowed to go free after serving only two-and-a-half years. This title reaffirms what everyone has already heard before about lawyers: some are scum and all's fair in love and law. Justice is guilty of being highly recommended. Marty D. Evensvold, Arkansas City P.L., KS Copyright 2001 Cahners Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Surging reports on high-society murder cases, featuring some of the most seamy and venal behavior this side of Gomorrah, from the man who wrote the book on such doings, Dunne (The Way We Lived Then) Collected here are Dunne's articles from Vanity Fair on high-profile courtroom dramas involving O.J. Simpson, Erik and Lyle Menendez, Claus von Bülow, the murder of Martha Moxley in Greenwich, Connecticut-nine stories in all, including a lacerating piece on the murder of his daughter, Dominique. Making no pretense at balance (Dunne is nothing if not opinionated and a great deal of the effectiveness of this work revolves around that), the author is scrupulously honest in his reporting, and thorough. He also moves at a good clip, pulling readers along as though a hand had clasped their sleeve, pointing out inconsistencies in testimony and the willful corruption of the truth by shady lawyers. O.J. gets the most pages: "The Simpson case is like a great trash novel come to life, a mammoth fireworks display of interracial marriage, love, lust, lies, hate, fame, wealth, beauty, obsession, spousal abuse, stalking, brokenhearted children, the bloodiest of bloody knife-slashing homicides, and all the justice that money can buy." Dunne has a knack for capturing the air of unreality that bathes these trials, but the crimes themselves are simply grisly: "The porno star and the unemployed dishwasher implicated each other in helping Murillo as he held a pillow over her face to muffle her screams. It had taken the three of them 15 minutes to kill her." Dunne also has a way with delivering a dig-"A man just convicted of twice attempting to murder his wife would not seem like much ofa catch to most women"-although he can also be prim: a particular judge, for example, was "noticeably dressed in a manner associated more with Hollywood agents than with superior court judges." Are the scales of justice at work here? Hardly. But Dunne's courtroom tales are a lot more lucid than most judge's instructions to their juries.
From the Publisher
“Dunne mixes shrewd insight into the legal process with dishy use of his considerable social skills. Irresistible.” —New York Times

“Undeniably fascinating . . . an absorbing look at crimes and comeuppances.” —Entertainment Weekly

Justice finds Dunne in his element, writing about the winning combination of gore, glitter, and greed.”—Miami Herald

“A nine-course meal of glamour, tragedy, old money, lost wealth, and accused killers walking the streets.” —San Francisco Chronicle

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780307557223
  • Publisher: Crown Publishing Group
  • Publication date: 2/25/2009
  • Sold by: Random House
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 448
  • Sales rank: 143,491
  • File size: 3 MB

Meet the Author

DOMINICK DUNNE is the author of five best-selling novels, two collections of essays, and, most recently, The Way We Lived Then, a memoir with photographs. He lives in New York City and Connecticut.

From the Trade Paperback edition.

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Justice:

A Father's Account of the Trial of His Daughter's Killer

It was the beginning of a long hot summer. I flew to Los Angeles on July 5, 1983, for an indefinite stay. Throughout the flight from New York I engaged in diligent conversation with the stranger next to me, postponing as long as possible facing the feelings of dread within me. My two sons, Griffin and Alex, had preceded me out from New York. Alex, the younger one, met me at the airport, and we drove into Beverly Hills to the house where my former wife, Ellen Griffin Dunne, called Lenny, lives. Griffin was already there. It is not the house we lived in as a family. It is smaller and on one level. Lenny has multiple sclerosis and is confined to a wheelchair. We were gathering, a family again, for a murder trial.

The first time I saw Lenny she was getting off a train at the railroad station in Hartford, Connecticut. She was ravishing, and I knew that instant that I would marry her if she would have me. We had a large wedding at her family's ranch in Nogales, Arizona, in 1954, and after living briefly in New York, we moved to Beverly Hills, where I worked for twenty-five years in television and films. We had five children, two of whom died when they were only a few days old. Long divorced, we have, rightly or wrongly, never become unmarried. Often I have felt through the years that our lives might have been better if we had just stuck out the difficult years of our marriage, but I do not know if she would agree with that. We never venture into the realm of what might have been. I refer to her in conversation as my wife, never my ex-wife, and there is not a day in which she does not occupy my thoughts for some period of time. We communicate regularly and mail each other clippings we cut out of newspapers, and I no longer resent, as I once did, addressing her as Mrs. E. Griffin Dunne rather than as Mrs. Dominick Dunne.

When the telephone in my New York apartment woke me at five o'clock in the morning on October 31, 1982, I sensed as I reached for the receiver that disaster loomed. Det. Harold Johnston of the Los Angeles Homicide Bureau told me that my twenty-two-year-old daughter, Dominique, was near death at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center. I asked him if he had notified my wife. He said he was calling from her home. Lenny got on the phone and said, "I need you."

"What happened?" I asked, afraid to hear.

"Sweeney," she answered.

"I'll be on the first plane."

I called Griffin, then twenty-seven, who lives two blocks away from me in New York, and within minutes he was at my door. He called TWA and reserved a seat on the next flight. Then he went to an automatic teller machine and got me money. As I threw clothes into a suitcase, I hesitated over my black suit and tie, thinking they might be bad luck, but I packed them. Before I got into the taxi, I hugged Griffin and kissed him. He was to go then to the apartment of my second son, Alex, and break the news to him. Uniquely individual, Alex chose to live with no telephone on Pitt Street in a relatively inaccessible part of New York. Only Alex, of the four of us, had voiced his dislike of John Sweeney when Dominique introduced him into our lives.

She had brought him to New York several months earlier for the boys and me to meet. Dominique was a successful young television actress, who had just made her first major feature film, Poltergeist. Sweeney was the head chef at Ma Maison, a West Hollywood restaurant so concerned with its fashionable image that it had an unlisted telephone number to discourage the hoi polloi from entering its portals. We watched an episode of the television series Fame in which Dominique was the guest star, and then went out to dinner. At one moment when the four of us were alone, the boys teased Dominique about marriage, and she said, oh no, she was not getting married, and I knew she meant it. I was relieved, for although I could see Sweeney was excessively devoted to her, there was something off-putting about him. That night I phoned her mother and said, "He is much more in love with her than she is with him," and Lenny said, "You're absolutely right."

The next morning Alex told me of an incident that had occurred in P.J. Clarke's after I left them. While Sweeney was in the men's room, a man at the bar recognized Dominique as the older sister in Poltergeist and called out one of her lines from the film: "What's happening?" Dominique screams that line when evil spirits start to take over her home and cause frightening things to happen. A film clip of that scene has been shown so often on television that the line was familiar to people all over the country. There was no flirtation; it was the case of a slightly tipsy fan delighted to be in the presence of an actress he had seen in a film. But when Sweeney returned to the table and saw the man talking to Dominique, he became enraged. He picked up the man and shook him. Alex said that Sweeney's reaction was out of all proportion to the innocent scene going on. Alex said he was scary.

The following day I arrived a few minutes late at Lutèce, where I was meeting Dominique and Sweeney for lunch. They had not yet arrived, so I sat at a table in the bar to wait for them. I finished one Perrier and ordered another, and was beginning to think there had been a misunderstanding about either the time or the place when they entered the restaurant. It was a hot summer day, and Dominique looked marvelous in a starched white organdy dress, very California-looking. I was immediately aware that she had been crying, and that there was tension between them.

The chef made a great fuss over Sweeney. There was kissing on both cheeks, and they spoke together in French. At the chef's suggestion we ate the spécialité of the day, whatever it was, but the lunch was not a success. I found Sweeney ill at ease, nervous, difficult to talk to. It occurred to me that Dominique might have difficulty extricating herself from such a person, but I did not pursue the thought.

On the Fourth of July the three of us dined at the River Café under the Brooklyn Bridge. It was a lovely night, and we were at a window table where we could watch the fireworks. Sweeney told me he intended to leave Ma Maison. He said he had backing from a consortium of French and Japanese businessmen and was going to open his own restaurant in Melrose Park, a highly desirable location in Los Angeles. Never once did he speak affectionately of his employer, Patrick Terrail, a member of the French restaurant family that owns the Tour d'Argent in Paris. In fact, I suspected there were bad feelings between them.

On that endless flight to Los Angeles I did not allow myself to consider the possibility of her death. She was making a pilot at Warner Bros. for an NBC miniseries called V, and I remember thinking that they would have to shoot around her until she was on her feet again. Five weeks earlier she had broken up with John Sweeney, and he had moved out of the house they shared in West Hollywood. Her explanation to me at the time was, "He's not in love with me, Dad. He's obsessed with me. It's driving me crazy."

Two other daughters preceding Dominique died in infancy from a lung disease once common in cesarean births known as hyaline membrane disease. Dominique was all three daughters in one to us, triply loved. She adored her older brothers and was always totally at ease in a sophisticated world without being sophisticated herself. She was a collector of stray animals; in her menagerie were a cat with a lobotomy and a large dog with stunted legs. She went to Westlake School in Los Angeles, then to Taft School in Connecticut, then to Fountain Valley School in Colorado. After that she spent a year in Florence, where she learned to speak Italian. Twice she and I took trips in Italy together. Extravagantly emotional, she was heartbroken when Lenny gave up the family home on Walden Drive because her worsening condition made it unmanageable. I was not surprised when Dominique announced her intention to become an actress. Griffin, who is an actor and a producer, later said jokingly that one day she decided to become an actress and the next week she was on a back lot making a movie, and that from then on she never stopped. It was very nearly true. She loved being an actress and was passionate about her career.

By the time I arrived in Los Angeles at noon that Sunday, the report that Dominique had been strangled outside her home by her former boyfriend and was in a coma at Cedars-Sinai Medical Center was on all the news channels and stations. Mart Crowley, the author of The Boys in the Band, the film version of which I had produced, met me at the airport and filled me in with what little information he had got from Lenny. Lenny's house on Crescent Drive was full of people when we got there. (It would stay that way from early morning until late at night for the next seven or eight days, during which relay teams of friends manned the telephones, screened the calls, handled the coffee detail, accepted the endless deliveries of flowers, made all the arrangements for our day-to-day living.) All the television sets and radios were on for news bulletins. In the midst of this confusion sat Lenny in her wheelchair. She was very calm. "The news is not good," she said to me. And within minutes I heard the words "brain damage" being whispered around the house.

Lenny's mother, who had heard the news on the radio, was on her way from San Diego. Griffin and Alex's plane would be in in a few hours. My relatives in Hartford called, and, as the news spread, so did friends in New York and London. A doctor at the hospital telephoned for my permission to insert a bolt into Dominique's skull to relieve the pressure on her brain. Was it absolutely necessary? I asked. Yes, he replied. All right, I said. I asked him when we could go and see her. Not yet, he said.

The boys arrived, ashen-faced. When the time came to go to the hospital, we were full of dreadful apprehension. Some friends said to Lenny, "You mustn't go. It would be a terrible mistake to look at her this way. You must remember her as she was." They were, of course, thinking of Lenny's health; stress is the worst thing for multiple sclerosis victims. She replied, "The mistake would be if I didn't see her. That is what I would have to live with."

The four of us proceeded in silence through the maze of corridors leading to the intensive care unit on the fifth floor of Cedars-Sinai. One of us, I don't remember which, pushed Lenny's wheelchair, and the other two flanked her--a formation we would automatically fall into many times in the year that followed. Outside the double doors of the unit are printed instructions telling you to buzz and announce yourself. I did so: "The family of Dominique Dunne is here." We were told to wait, that someone would come out and get us.

Several people were standing there, among them the actor George Hamilton. We exchanged greetings. George said his brother was also in the ICU, and that he had been there the night before when Dominique was brought in. Another man introduced himself to us as Ken Johnson, the director of the pilot Dominique was working on. Waiting nearby was a young actor in the same film named David Packer, his eyes red from crying. Packer, we learned, had been in Dominique's house at the time of the attack and had called in the police, albeit too late. Later we also learned that Packer became so frightened by the struggle he heard outside on the lawn that he left a message on a friend's answering machine saying, "If I die tonight, it was by John Sweeney."

A nurse appeared and told us that after we had seen Dominique the doctors would want to talk with us. She said that no one but immediate family would be allowed in, and asked us to show identification. They were afraid the press would try to pass themselves off as members of the family. She warned us that it would be a shock to look at her, that we should be prepared.

I worried about Lenny and looked over at her. She closed her eyes, bowed her head, and took a deep breath. I watched her will strength into herself, through some inner spiritual force, in a moment so intensely private that I dared not, even later, question her about it. Of the four of us, she was the strongest when we entered the room.

At first I did not realize that the person on the bed was Dominique. There were tubes in her everywhere, and the life-support system caused her to breathe in and out with a grotesque jerking movement that seemed a parody of life. Her eyes were open, massively enlarged, staring sightlessly up at the ceiling. Her beautiful hair had been shaved off. A large bolt had been screwed into her skull to relieve the pressure on her brain. Her neck was purpled and swollen; vividly visible on it were the marks of the massive hands of the man who had strangled her. It was nearly impossible to look at her, but also impossible to look away.

Lenny wheeled her chair to the bed, took Dominique's hand in hers, and spoke to her in a voice of complete calm. "Hello, my darling, it's Mom. We're all here, Dominique. Dad and Griffin and Alex. We love you."

Her words released us, and the boys and I stepped forward and surrounded the bed, each touching a different part of Dominique. The nurses had said that she could not hear us, but we felt she could, and took turns talking to her. We prayed for her to live even though we knew that it would be best for her to die.

There was a small conference room in the ICU where we met periodically over the next four days to discuss her ebbing life. Dr. Edward Brettholz told us that the brain scan was even, meaning that it showed no life, but that it would be necessary to take three more scans so that, in the trial ahead, the defense could not claim that Cedars-Sinai had removed Dominique from the life-support system too soon. This was the first mention of a trial. In the shocked state in which we were operating, we had not yet started to deal with the fact that a murder had taken place.

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Table of Contents

Introduction
Justice: A Father's Account of the Trial of His Daughter's Killer 1
The Woman Who Knew Too Little 37
Fatal Charm: The Social Web of Claus von Bulow 49
Nightmare on Elm Drive 83
L.A. in the Age of O.J. 114
The Two Mrs. Simpsons 131
All O.J., All the Time 144
The Lady Vanishes 157
Follow the Blood 172
If the Gloves Fits ... 184
The Two Faces of O.J. 197
The "N" Word: Not Guilty 209
O.J.'s Life Sentence 225
Closing Arguments 235
In Cold, Blue Blood 249
The Gigolo, the Heiress, and the Candlestick 272
Death in Monaco 295
Trail of Guilt 317
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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 3, 2007

    love his books

    One of the greatest storytellers. I will read anything he writes. They don't make them like him anymore.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 4, 2003

    wonderful recreations of true life crimes

    I love this book. It is not only captivating, but it also makes you realize the crooked system and world we live in, who persecute the innocent because the have no money, and let the rich usually "get away with murder." I just can't put it down.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 27, 2002

    Wonderful, Exciting, Insightful

    I enjoyed this book so well. I now have a new favorite author! Mr. Dunne gives you so much insight as to what really went on in the courtroom and private lives of these people. I so enjoyed his final chapter about September 11, it truly came from his heart.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 1, 2001

    Lunch with Dominic Dunne

    This book is well-written and a must for every fan of true crime. It's like having a long lunch with the author at one of his favorite restaurants. The first chapter covers the murder of his daughter at the hands of her boyfriend and is the best chapter in the book. It is a must for true crime buffs.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted August 17, 2001

    Wonderful enlightenment of today's Justice System!

    Dominick Dunne has scribed a worthy recounting of the horrors of justice in this country today. Too many times there are stories of horrendous killings, crimes, and other injustices that cry out for action to be taken. However, too many times the punishments do not fit the crimes. Today's society has become relaxed to the notion of punishment. People commit henious crimes, only to receive light sentences because of their claims that they were 'not in their right mind', or 'they were taking drugs', or some other pitiful excuse. His story of his own daughter's murder is a classic example of how the justice system coddles these people, looking for excuses that have no right in being used as reasons for criminal activity. Psychologists and society are looking too hard at a person's childhood, drug activities, and pseudo-mental states when determining guilt or innocence in the world today. It's shocking, and this book puts the facts in your face, where they should be.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted April 29, 2012

    Interesting

    I was a fan of Dunne's tv show & this book was very interesting. Occasionally the stories jump around a little & are hard to follow but overall it was a good book. It makes me want to read more books about the OJ trial.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted October 23, 2011

    It's a good read. Flows right along interestingly.

    Dominick knows them all and is a good writer. For the inside scoop check out Justice, I enjoyed it.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2001

    A GREAT book!

    A great book that is well written, easy to read, and stirred my emotions.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 13, 2001

    yeee haww

    this reminded me of hearing paul harvey and 'the rest of the story.' it truly was informative and an easy read. the best non- fiction read of the summer!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 16, 2001

    Insider view of Historic trials

    Terrific insider view of some of our most notorious trials. After reading several books on the O.J. trial I found this to be, by far, the most informative. His 'fly on the wall' perspective is beyond compare.

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