Has anyone else read the newly published book "Oscar: An Accident Waiting to Happen" by Trisha Taylor (Samantha Taylor's mom)? Although I can't believe I spent $10 on it-- does anyone EVER proofread e-books?-- it does paint quite a portrait of Oscar as an out-of-control pschychological mess who was constantly crying and blubbering about seemingly everything in his life going back at least as far as the entire period he dated her daughter (lest ye think he was just being a bawl baby as a result of post-traumatic stress from the murder and during the trial.)
In contrast to the carefully controlled PR images of Oscar as the (excessively) humble and disciplined athlete, she describes a shallow, and emotionally strung-out man who, as so often reported, fed his gnawing insecurities with alcohol binges, fast cars, guns, and beautiful blondes, usually two or three at a time. According to Trisha Taylor, Oscar was a chronic and highly skilled liar, who could switch on and off from playing the pitiful and sympathetic little boy as victim, or the charming young gentleman to being a manipulative, arrogant, selfish and rude snot the next.
So while that sort of thing will only confirm the suspicions of many, she does fill in a lot of background detail about the many hints in the media about his behavior at the 2012 Olympics, threats to break the legs of Samantha's other boyfriends, etc. Personally, I feel she earned the right to publish her account of the hell he put their family through, and needed the catharsis of getting her side of the story out there. Apparently after five miscarriages and then finally raising four children of her own, her very powerful maternal instincts (and background in psychology) kicked into overdrive and she devoted enormous time and energy trying to help the clearly troubled Oscar, treating him as her "fifth child", begging him to get psychological help and repeatedly getting false promises from him in return.
Not a book promotion here-- just curious what others might think of the book if you have bothered to read it and if you might have gained any insights from it. Reading accounts like this after the trial makes it even harder, of course, to stomach Masipa's sympathies for Oscar's performance the night of the murder and for everyone who endured all his courtroom lying, sniveling, and hystrionics.