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Richard Brookhiser (editor of the conservative National Review) wrote in the New York Times that "Ruddy argues that his doubts do not require him to posit some vast conspiracy of silence.... At the same time Ruddy clearly believes that something dastardly happened, and he cannot stop dark hints from leaking out." Brookhiser wrote "'If,' Ruddy writes on page 1, Vince Foster 'had been killed ...' If Ruddy didn't want to make such an Oliver Stone argument, even hypothetically, he should have left his rhetorical teasers on the cutting-room floor."
Brookhiser explained, "The Park Police, the F.B.I., Special Counsel Robert Fiske and Foster's family all concluded that he had killed himself where he was found. But for four years a floating crap game, including Clinton bashers, radio hosts, Net crawlers, kooks, Jerry Falwell and a few journalists, has questioned the verdict, suggesting or insisting that he died elsewhere or by some other hand." Referring to Ruddy's evidence, "some of Ruddy's unanswered questions are undoubtedly the normal static of police work."
Jacob Cohen (professor at Brandeis University) wrote in National Review that the book was "conspiracy central." While Ann Coulter "ripped it as a 'conservative hoax book' that was 'discredited' by conservatives."
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