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.