This writer did her homework and then some. He was deeply disturbed individual with a narcissism beyond control. Having been raised in San Diego, I know a lot of of the locations Andrew hung out at. I was spending so much time chatting with Andrew that I was ignoring my other tables. I threw the napkin away. I was seated a single man who had just arrived in town, who I later found out to be Andrew Cunanan.
He was deeply disturbed individual with a narcissism beyond control. He enjoyed reading magazines with Vanity Fair being his favorite as it chronicled the lives of the rich celebrities he longed to spend time with. He told me that he couldn't tell me why but not to throw it away. He told me that he couldn't tell me why but not to throw it away. A short time later, as he was getting ready to leave, he came found me in a various section of the restaurant and said that he had a bonus for me.
He told me he was dead serious and that I should hang on to it. My two months of reporting had taken me to San Diego, San Francisco, Chicago, and Minneapolis; the story was ready to be sent to the printer. The police were not allowed to interview any members of the family. Paints a very unfavorable glimpse onto a gay community already heavily maligned in our current society. It was only a few weeks later that his name was popping up all over the news.
The book is charged with adrenaline and the pages just seem to turn themselves. Most of it is poorly written. The father was from the Philippines; Andrew's mother was a Buckeye and of Italian heritage. He enjoyed reading magazines with Vanity Fair being his favorite as it chronicled the lives of the rich celebrities he longed to spend time with. Vulgar Favors is at once a masterwork of investigative journalism and a riveting account of a sociopath, his crimes, and the mysteries he left along the way. Cunanan told me that Andrew was being set up by the mafia, and maybe I could go in on the movie treatment he was peddling about Andrew for half a million dollars. Andrew enjoyed art and was an avid reader of classic fiction.
My first night in San Diego, for example, started at a male wet T-shirt and below contest and ended at a drag show. A short time later, as he was getting ready to leave, he came found me in a various section of the restaurant and said that he had a bonus for me. His parents' marriage was not good but it doesn't excuse Andrew for anything. I threw the napkin away. In the eighth grade, he dressed as Prince Charles and had his mother bring lobster to school for a lunch date with a classmate dressed as Princess Diana. Andrew learned early on how to be cared for by rich gay older men, and he relished that life.
I am not a junkie on this topic but this book has the feature of weaving most of the earlier theories into its tapestry and is packed with facts for which there is not other explanation. Andrew had a complete melt-down at this woman. I was taken aback by how thoroughly everyone had digested the book. He was very charming and funny but also very manic - talking so quick his words were running together. A nearby customer was mad over her service and spoke up while I was talking to him. You name it, he did it.
He felt entitled to it without working for it. Andrew was gay and became a male prostitute with a long string of sugar daddy lovers. This book goes into detail in helping readers understand the pathology of Cunanan in his dysfunctional upbringing and his life in lies. The book is charged with adrenaline and the pages just seem to turn themselves. His family was dysfunctional to say the least! This book delves into the life and eventual death of the man who shot Versace in cold blood.
Andrew could have had a amazing life of useful employment but he choose the wide street of hedonism and self indulgence which led him down the broad path to hell. What had originally caught my interest was this handsome, young murder suspect who reportedly had a genius I. Cunanan was also a serial killer! I looked at it again and couldn't create out the latest name so I asked him to spell it for me and wrote it on the napkin by his signature. He had been flown in from the Philippines, where he had escaped after being accused of defrauding his brokerage clients and after selling the family home out from under his unsuspecting wife and children. He handed me a napkin. Orth tells this twisted story with grace and courage.