By Johnnie L. Cochran Jr., with Tim Rutten. The late Cochran's inscrutable, yet at the same time clearly over it, expression on the jacket makes me want to read his memoir, which begins in Shreveport, LA and winds up, of course, in L.A.
Said jacket is in pretty good shape -- shelfwear/some creasing to the edges; some rubbing -- and the book is straight and neat, bright clean pages. Like many in this OJ lot, this first edition seems to have been bought, then forgotten, so it's a fantastic reading copy.