The end, last week, was off-camera.
After the bloody steps, the heart-rending funerals, the surreal chase through the twilight of Los Angeles, O.J. Simpson surrendered himself into the darkness his life has become.
It was a peaceful end, a surprisingly peaceful end, to a week that was drenched in trauma, tension and blood.
On Sunday night, O.J.’s ex-wife Nicole Brown Simpson and her friend, a young waiter-model named Ronald Goldman, were stabbed to death outside her $650,000 town house.
Almost from the moment their bodies were found less than two hours later, as crumpled and porous as Caesar’s, suspicion focused on O.J. Continue reading Footnote to an Astonishing Fate?