I have been meaning to read James Ellroy’s American Tabloid for a few years now, so I picked it up at the airport bookshop this morning.
I’m about 200 pages into it, and it does not disappoint.
I met Ellroy many years ago, back when I was a manager at the Borders in Beachwood, OH. He did a signing at the store; I think he was on tour for My Dark Places.
He’s got a reputation for being aggressively weird in his public presentation, and my friends, I can confirm that is true. He was perfectly pleasant and respectful to all us of at the store—which was often not the case with authors doing signings—but he was definitely a strange dude.