That would probably have grievously injured his teeny tiny ego, Martin. I was disgusted when I saw he had wormed his way into writing things for the Los Angeles Times Book Review. That was my college internship - before Stonehill did what he did, and he had nothing to do with the program. Art Seidenbaum, my boss at the Book Review, was my first real boss, and to this day one of the best. I don't remember what I thought at the time except "That jerk." I never told anybody about him until years later and I knew nothing of his dramatic end in the 90s until the mid-2000s. He died in a single-car accident on Mt. Baldy Road, the same road I'd tried to drive off in a suicidal fit after what he did to me. I was just a young kid in school but Stonehill was basically a bloviating pompous ass who partied with kids and had a horrible rep, harming young woman after young woman but they let him go on forever until he died. No idea if it's true but the rumor is someone's father finally took action to stop him, hence the accident.