America’s master of noir delivers his masterpiece, a rip-roaring, devilishly wild ride through the bloody end of the 1960s. It’s dark, baby, and hot hot hot.
Martin Luther King assassinated. Robert Kennedy assassinated. Los Angeles, 1968. Conspiracy theories are taking hold. On the horizon looms the Democratic Convention in Chicago, and constant gun fire peppers south L.A. Violence, greed, and grime are replacing free love, and everybody from Howard Hughes, Richard Nixon and J. Edgar Hoover to right-wing assassins and left-wing revolutionaries is getting dirty. At the center of it all is a triumvirate: the president’s strong-arm goon, an ex-cop and heroin runner, and a private eye whose quarry is so dangerous she could set off the whole powder keg. With his trademark deadly staccato prose, James Ellroy holds nothing back in this wild, startling and much-anticipated conclusion to his Underworld U.S.A. trilogy.