I loved reading this man’s work.  Matter of fact, I was  quite pissed with Vanity Fair when they no longer offered his fascinating articles.  Actually, I’m still pissed.

To read his work was to feel like, for just a brief moment in time, you were sitting next to him at some exclusive, mahogany-paneled club sipping a fine Scotch and listening to him chat about fabulous places and people he’d known. He made you feel like a comfortable friend.

Dominick Dunne died today.  The world lost a joy.  Please do read his work.  He was an amazing writer.

Rest in Peace, sir.