By Jack Olsen. It's not entirely clear from the jacket copy what Olsen thinks happened that summer night in 1969; it does seem he doesn't believe the late Ted Kennedy's account.
You can believe that this paperback is in okay, not great, shape for its age: that apparent rubbing to the covers is, I believe, a design element — but it does have legit edgewear and some cover creases, as well as a cracked spine that leans forward a bit, and page toning. Pages are holding firm, however; this is a fine reading copy.