At His Courtly Best

For the New York Times, Janet Maslin reviews Dominick Dunne’s Too Much Money.

It is this book’s style to obfuscate ever so slightly (the Astor name becomes Harcourt, and the troublemaking relative becomes a nephew) while still allowing — no, insisting — that readers’ noses stay pressed to the glass of New York’s whirl of bold-face names. If you can’t figure out or don’t care that the talk show host called Harry Sovereign may be Larry King, this is not a book for you.