[Previously by David in TN: “O.J. Simpson Prosecutor Marcia Clark Writes a Mystery Novel.”]
I just found an interview with Marcia Clark by a Wall Street Journal blog. Of what fiction does for her, Clark says:
It's sick. I've been addicted to crime fiction since I was very young. I've been consistent, if nothing else. I could never get enough of it. I'd literally do it all day and come home and read about it or watch Law & Order. I later found out that Dick Wolf (producer) collaborated with Robert Morganthau [sic] [former New York district attorney], my hero. That's why it came out so good. I like the real stuff.
So Marcia Clark loves Law & Order, and Robert Morgenthau is her hero.
[The spelling error was that of the Wall Street Journal’s Dennis Nishi.]
NS: Clark’s praise for the leftwing propaganda vehicle, Law & Order, and for corrupt, racist, leftwing prosecutor, Robert Morgenthau, means that she is incapable of writing honest crime fiction, indeed, that she celebrates faux realism. See my exposés of Law & Order and Robert Morgenthau:
“NBC’s Law & Order: Anti-White Propaganda in the Culture War”; and
“Sotomayor Supporter Robert Morgenthau and His Regime of Racialized ‘Justice’ in Manhattan.”
3 comments:
she was shackin w. the other OJ prosecutor, a black guy i forget his name.
remember how she was touted by the media?
and then: "if the glove don't fit...."
another pc liberal loser.
In 2008, Jerrianne Hayslett, who was the Los Angeles Superior Court's media liason, came out with a book titled, "Anatomy of a Trial." It concerned the media coverage of the O.J. Simpson trial and the overall atmosphere.
Hayslett was puzzled by lead prosecutor Marcia Clark for agreeing to so many black females on the jury and wrote of Clark's way of entering the courtroom:
"Rather than trying to be unobtrusive or quiet, she would shove the courtroom door open and prance in and down the tiled aisle, the clack of her spike-heeled pumps reverberating loudly in the otherwise silent surroundings. She would push through the little swinging gates in the rail and leave them flapping behind her as she crossed the courtroom well with the eyes of spectators, defense attorneys, bailiffs, clerks, court reporter, judge, and jurors following until she finally arrived, with no hint of an apology in her body language, at her place on the counsel table, a bare arms reach from the jury box."
"The African-American women sitting in the jury seats no doubt understood child-care problems but more likely from a different perspective than an affluent attorney. I detected a growing disdain among the jurors for Clark's chronic tardiness-in itself a sign of disrespect for not only them but for the entire court and its business-the haughty demeanor she projected, and her inexplicable schizophrenic alternating hostility and flirtatious posturing toward defense attorney Cochran."
Jeffrey Toobin, in the paperback edition of his book "The Run of His Life," wrote of how reporters realized how poor Clark's performance in the criminal trial had been:
"...Still despite these inherent advantages, the civil trial also made it clear that Petrocelli's team was simply a more skilled collection of attorneys than the one assembled by Gil Garcetti. Petrocelli's exhaustive preparation, combined with his crisp competence in the courtroom. made Darden and Clark look much diminished by comparison."
David In TN
How can she write good serious crime fiction when she doesn't know what it is?
From David's comment, it seems that Marcia Clark saw herself center stage in a crime drama.
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