Epstein Secrets

my ribs. Marilee drove me to a hospital emergency ward. X-rays indicated that | had a fractured rib and

be the daughter of a ground-breaking literary celebrity, even though he had abandoned her mother when she was pregnant with Jan. | said to my friend Julius, who drove me there, “It’ s not enough any more just to be a sperm donor.” Jan had met her father only twice. The first time, she was nine. The seco

d a lawyer for the express purpose of helping to "ward off the media," because she did not want any publ

view for The New York Times about a book which had concluded that Julius Rosenberg had indeed been a Soviet spy. This is how I began my review: WERE Julius and Ethel Rosenberg guilty of transmitting American atomic secrets to the Soviet Union in the 1940's, or were they scapegoats of the cold war whose e

olf Hitler’s campaign to exterminate European Jewry. Epstein’s father, Seymour, was a manual laborer, like his father before him. Seymour’s parents, Julius and Bessie Epstein, had emigrated from Russia and landed in Brooklyn, both of them with eighth-grade educations. They lived in Crown Heights, where J

ck, the press baron and 143 HOUSE_OVERSIGHT_022110 --- PAGE BREAK --- James PATTERSON Epstein’s Palm Beach neighbor—who was also a step-uncle of Vicky Ward’s husband— to ask Ward to drop the story. But Ward was tenacious, and what she came back with was dynamite. More interesting and much more salacious th

tained. Vicky Ward: October 2002 pstein went out of his way to spin the Vanity Fair story to ; his own ends, and soon after she got the assignment, Vicky st : <4 Ward’s phone began to ring off the hook: calls from Ace | Greenberg and Jimmy Cayne, the current head of Bear Stearns; from Les Wexner; from