If Maureen Orth, author of "Vulgar Favors: Andrew Cunanan, Gianni Versace, and the Largest Failed Manhunt in U.S. History" had interviewed Marc Anthony, I wouldn't have been surprised to find in her book the following passage:

And at the Boiler Room in New York's seedy East Village, known for its dingy bars with filthy back rooms where drunk and high men grope each other hoping for sex, sex, sex, Cunanan tried to buy a Corona 12 oz. (with a lime). When he was carded by a wary bartender, Cunanan first tried to pass him a fake Ohio driver's license. When that was rejected, Cunanan showed the bartender a stolen employee identification card for Newsweek, which unbeknownst to Cunanan was doing the final editing on a cover story about him and the murder of Versace.

Yes, I exaggerate.

But after reading her tome on Cunanan and his murderous ways, I found that Orth didn't understand Andrew Cunanan, let alone how being homosexual affected his various psychoses. Orth roundly and unfairly sensationalizes, and thus pathologizes, gay culture -- and in the end, blames it for five murders. Many of Orth's key arguments fail when she is unable to prove important connections and instead falls back on shady sourcing and irresponsible implications. And at times, Orth appears to have failed to follow up on some of her more promising leads. "Vulgar Favors" seems unfinished and unedited, a book that is guilty of homophobia by negligence.

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