Dominick Dunne, one of the few people who knew him when he was poor writes about the last days of Aaron Spelling in the current Vanity Fair.
He had become a deeply unhappy man, living sick and isolated in the biggest house in town, cut off from nearly everyone, estranged even from his daughter, and fearful that he was being betrayed. "There wasn't anybody sitting in there with him," one of his friends informed me. "Just a maid with a vacuum cleaner, cleaning the room."
How sad is that. Money can buy a lot of things, but not a good death.
Here is the N.Y. Times obituary.
Vanity Fair has not put Dunne's article online but there is a very good photo essay, Rare Scenes from 9/11.
Posted by Jill Fallon at August 21, 2006 11:12 AM | TrackBack | Permalink