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Nicole Brown Simpson: The Private Diary of a Life Interrupted

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This woman considered herself to be Nicole's best friend. Poor Nicole. Because if that was true, and this woman was Nicole's best friend, then I wonder what her enemies were like? If the revelations in this book are true, then Nicole was nothing more than a bisexual man leach with who was kissed more times than the Pope's ring. What kind of friend would write such a trashy and expoitative book, whether true or not, mere months after a friend's brutal murder? What kind of friend would want to cash in on this terrible tragedy? The money that Resnick was paid for writing this book is, in my mind, blood money. I hope she's happy. If this woman was a true friend, she would have fought for justice for Nicole with dignity, love, and compassion, and NOT write this garbage, which serves nobody and does nothing but bring more pain and sorrow to the unspeakably victimised.

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.

I did not obsessively follow the O.J. Simpson trial but while visiting the library I discovered this book. As a student I am interested in trauma and was curious how this book would add to my psychology studies. Well not much. This book is poorly written with the author skipping around events so often that it is hard to keep up with where Nicole Brown is in her relationship with O.J. Simpson. The authors tone fluctuates from caring best friend to envious sexual rival. There were many typos throughout the book and Nicole Brown is very poorly depicted. Nicole Brown Simpson is described as a hypocritical, sex crazed dependent women. It would seem that a friend would try to place her in a more flattering light. However, the book has two merits: it is an EASY read and it does provide (a somewhat questionable) insight into the life of the rich and privileged. Mrs. Resnick was able to humanize Nicole and provide some details into Nicole's sad life. Yet, the flaws are many and they take away from the overall book. I borrowed it from the library and if you want to read it I suggest you do the same. PLEASE FOR YOUR SAKE DON'T BUY THIS BOOK.

"Lovely" Faye jumped on the bandwagon after the murders to publish this trash as soon as possible to gain notoriety and profit. She sure did not do her so-called best friend Nicole any favors.
Part of this narrative is spent in praising herself, at the same time she paints a picture of promiscuity, lesbian encounters, drugs and party, party, party. Where are their kids when these damaged and selfish women are out partying, sleeping around and drinking, and she has the nerve to paint herself as a good mother.
This book is disgusting and so is Faye Resnick.

Even if one were inclined to give Ms. Resnick the benefit of the doubt here (which I find it difficult to do), this expose about her closest friend -- as her own kind of self-proclaimed martyrdom and savior of abused women -- still leaves all of her motives up in the air and in serious question.

Was she just trying to get back at O.J. because she was sure (before the fact) that he was the murderer? Was this book just a cheap maneuver to profit from her friend's death? Is it indeed an honest attempt to warn other women about the perils of domestic violence? Or did she just want to share with the world what the glamorous life in "Hollywood's fast lane really is like?

Judging by most of the women reviewers, only a handful trusted Ms. Resnick's motives. But as a reader, I believe that her motives are all beside the point when one considers the full context of their respective lives: That is to say, when one considers how empty and debauched their respective lives were. And while we have no choice but to accept at face value at least a large portion of this "steamy" and "seamy" expose because that is all there is: There is nothing else here? It is all indiscriminate sex and drugs and "playing men against each other," etc? And even though both of these women are mothers, there is no normal life for them or their kids here?

And therein lies the problem: Judging by this context of emptiness and Ms. Resnick's own words, one can only conclude that she and her best friend were just a couple of "sluts," "hos" to use the ghetto vernacular, plain and simple, nothing more nothing less. Given the nature of the life she and Nicole shared, their whole lifestyle in the "Hollywood fast lane," was devastatingly empty, mindless and debauched. These women were lost in a haze of indiscriminate sex, drugs, and mind games being played on men. That is like walking around with a loaded gun pointed at one's own head and asking someone to pull the trigger. This is not to suggest that that alone is enough to justify one of them being murdered, but red lights were flickering in every direction, and red flags were going up all around them, yet, inexorably and according to Ms. Resnick's own account, together they just plunged full speed ahead.

A sure measure of this emptiness is that Nicole's impulse towards self-destruction was topped only by O.J.'s own (apparent) double murder. If Ms. Resnick can be believed, Nicole dropped a hand grenade right at her own feet and asked OJ to pull the pin when she began screwing a "younger most virile version" of OJ: his best friend Marcus Allen. Even after repeatedly being warned by Faye herself, and knowing that OJ had her under tight surveillance, Nicole began a torrid sex affair with OJ's best friend and was "doing him" on the day she was killed, according to Ms. Resnick.

At best one can only conclude from Ms. Resnick's story that: nothing from nothing leaves nothing: Nicole's self-destructive impulses led inexorably to her death. OJ's led to him having to spend the better part of the rest of his life behind bars, and Ms. Resnick's? Who knows? Marcus denied it all and is still doing TV sports color commentary. Has he written a book yet? What a disgusting mess? Two stars

I thought this book would be a chronical of Nicole and OJ's relationship from the get-go, and how things eventually devolved to the sad state they were in at the end, but instead, it focused more on Faye Resnick's scatterbrained rantings about restaurants, clubs, sexual partners, vacations, and utterly soulless, vapid "friendships"...all provided in non-chronological order! There was relatively little information about the relationship between the famous couple: strange in a book that purports to be about that very subject. I feel sorry for Faye and Nicole, because I come away from reading this disjointed, rambling, bizarre account of seemingly disconnected events with the impression that both of them were seriously emotionally damaged women. So at least that was conveyed well.

People who thrash and despise this book fail to understand something--Faye Resnick wrote it in order to warn other women involved in violent and demoralizing relationships about what CAN happen to them if they remain in these tragic relationships. The stories about O.J.'s viciousness and cruelty toward Nicole and his ruthless manipulation of her family are (in retrospect) 100% true. I admire Ms. Resnick very much because of her courage and willingness to tell and talk about truths that many were not prepared to face or accept. This book is as real as can be and highly recommended for anyone wanting to know more about the painfully tragic relationship between Nicole and O.J. and the events that led up to this horrific double-murder.

I despise people who trash this book, saying that Faye must not have been a friend to Nicole by writing such a book. Let me tell you: they are wrong! Faye was not violating secrecy and friendship by writing this; she was exposing the horrors and tragedies Nicole faced, and even more, warning women of today. By writng this, Nicole's best friend helped women by sharing a story filled with suffering. I believe this was a noble act of love for this woman to help others with her friend's own experience.

A very good book. I found myself reading it twice and still wanting more. So many "happy" and "sad" times for Nicole. The book helped to make her "REAL". I believe people would understand Nicole a little better if they read the book. I wish there were more books on this beautiful and misunderstood woman.

I missed the OJ Simpson trial and all it's associated drama by about twenty years. I was eighteen at the time of the murders but far too distracted to pay it any attention. I was homeless and there was no television set behind the Stop and Shop supermarket where I laid my head to rest. I do recall talking on a payphone with my friend Amber as she watched the Bronco chase enfold on her end. As she gave me a bit- by- bit running commentary of what she was seeing, my mind was elsewhere, probably figuring out what I was going to shoplift for dinner and hoping I wouldn't get caught this time. It wasn't that I wasn't slick. I had black leopard spots dyed into the little hair I had and was watched as soon as I entered a store.

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.

Faye stopped the 'trial of the century' cold with her tome about her best friend Nicole. A woman who was trapped in a violent, mutually obsessive relationship that took her from being a starstruck teenager, to a wife and mother engaged in a 'dance of death' with "the only man she ever loved", who ultimately became her destroyer when she failed to free herself once and for all from his powerful grip. Neither side had the guts to have her testify, but here she is able to come forward with what she heard, from both simpson and nicole leading up to that VERY evening. Don't miss it!