James Ellroy


Launching This Storm Tour May 27th


Dear Ellroy readers, enthusiasts, adherents, apparatchiks, and feckless followers worldwide:

Achtung, motherfuckers!!!!! Here's a day-by-day public-appearance itinerary for yours truly – the Demon Dog of American Literature!!! This is my British and U.S. schedule for the simultaneous publication of This Storm, my new novel, and of my L.A. Quartet and Underworld U.S.A. Trilogy – in the prongingly prestigious Everyman's Library perennial hardcover editions.


Cracking the Case of Murdered Actor Sal Mineo


For two weeks in the fall of 2017, best-selling author James Ellroy re-investigated the 1976 murder of Sal Mineo, the Oscar-nominated actor from Rebel Without a Cause who died at 37 in the carport outside his West Hollywood apartment. Together with Glynn Martin — a retired 20-year LAPD veteran — Ellroy pored over seven boxes of files at the L.A. Sheriff's Homicide Bureau that detailed morethan two years of painstaking detective work leading to the arrest and conviction of Lionel Williams. “There was missing material,” says Ellroy. “We never saw the crime scene photographs, I put those together from descriptions.” And based on his decades of experience writing about crime in fiction (L.A. Confidential) and nonfiction (LAPD ‘53, co-authored with Martin), Ellroy extrapolated and “stitched together” what was missing to create this immersive version of events, told from the point of view of the detectives on the case.

SHERIFF'S HOMICIDE FILE #079200909-0977-011
Victim: Mineo, Salvatore/WM/37.
8567 Holloway Drive/West Hollywood.
2142 hours/Thursday/2-12-76.

Retrospective file summary and recalled narrative. We, the undersigned detectives attest:

Holloway ran short and cut diagonal, from La Cienega northwest to the Strip. One half mile, tops. Mid-rent apartment cribs and a big Catholic church. Film-biz habitues. Homosexuals and hip kids.

The above-stated address: Apartments. Postwar, stucco, three floors, a south-facing facade. Quick access to an alleyway carport.

An open carport.

The alleyway's narrow. The Park Wellington Towers are built up flush against it.

Read the rest at the Hollywood Reporter

Ellroy in L.A.


Ellroy signs books for fans in front of the Egyptian Theater prior to his and Eddie Muller’s presentation of L.A. Confidential, as part of the Los Angeles 2018 Noir City Noir Film Festival.

Ellroy in Spain


From January 28th through February 2nd, Ellroy participated in numerous radio and television interviews in Madrid and Barcelona, Spain both to promote the new release there of the Spanish-language edition of My Dark Places. In Barcelona, Ellroy was presented with the prestigious Pepe Carvalho Award as part of the annual BCNegra celebration of crime fiction.


“Crime fiction is the single biggest cultural export of America.” — @jamesellroy #BCNegra18

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“Estimo als crítics quan ells m’estimen, i els odio quan ells m’odien. No m’interessa l’èxit, el que vull és escriure” — @jamesellroy.

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“I love the critics when they love me, and I hate it when they hate me. I do not want success, what I want is to write” — @jamesellroy.

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Ellroy in Barcelona to accept the BCNegra Award


Barcelona looks like it belongs in a crime novel: winding, dark alleyways weave through historic, seedy neighborhoods. The Catalan capital has its fair share of grizzly mysteries in its past, but is also welcoming new ones – in the form of fiction, that is. This week kicked the city's festival dedicated to mystery books, BCNegra, which has already given out its highest award to a name you might recognize: James Ellroy.

Read the rest at Catalan News



The Fall 2017 issue of America, a Literary quarterly created by François Busnel, with an Ellroy interview. “America Like You've Never Read It.”

Hanks Plays Hopkins…In His Dreams!


If you could play one fictional character from a novel on stage or screen, who would it be and why? And one real-life figure you first encountered in a work of nonfiction?

I still am young enough to play Dean Reed, the American who, starting in the 1960s, was considered to be a big American singing star, but only to the Communist world. He was famous in the Soviet Union and East Germany and all over the Communist world. He was an actor, made movies, and was both beloved (by many) and dismissed (by many), was crazy-making good-looking and traveled in the upper echelons of the red world. That life, and all that attention, made for an inevitable tragedy by the 1980s. But those that loved him as a friend loved him very much.

In the fiction world, I'd like a whack at James Ellroy's Lloyd Hopkins character—a cop who is such a genius the only work for him is police work. He is so smart and off-world in his abilities, the L.A.P.D. just sort of leaves him to poke around. A brilliant creation from the oh-so-complicated typing of Ellroy.

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“Buzz M for Murder” in Vanity Fair


It was a murder that gripped New York and would reverberate to the Supreme Court: the brutal 1963 slaying of two “career girls” on the Upper East Side. One of the greatest living crime novelists resurrects the investigation, creating a new voice in the landmark case.

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L'intégrale, avec James Ellroy


Ellroy appears on the French television show “21CM”

On Curtis Hanson: 'He Was a Voyeur, He Was a Camera'


I wrote a piece for Variety on my friend Curtis Hanson:

Curtis Hanson's gaze was ever deferential to the art of film itself. His films explore and never explode. Even his heartbreak unfolds in restraint. There is a debit and credit sheet here. The viewer flails for emotional coherence and fails to find it. The viewer comes away with a sense of life deftly observed. Voyeur, filmmaker, observer — the most circumspect man I've ever met. Curtis Hanson was a camera above all else.