Knopf, 576 pp., $25.00
James Ellroy is a crime writer of unusual range and ambition. Actually, to call him a crime writer is perhaps to take hold of the wrong end of the stick; for Ellroy, crime is an underlying reality, not an exceptional circumstance. He views the history of the United States in the twentieth century as something like an extended caper novel—'the story of bad white men,' as he has put it[1]—and he clearly intends to be the Balzac of this epic.
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