Dallas, November '63 - the heart of the American Dream detonated. ayne Tedrow Jr., a young Vegas cop, arrives with a loathsome job to do. He's got six thousand in cash and no idea he is about to plunge into the cover-up conspiracy already brewing around the assassination of JFK, no idea that this will mark the beginning of a hellish five-year ride through the private underbelly of public policy. llroy's furiously paced narrative tracks Tedrow's journey- Dallas to Vegas, with the Mob and Howard Hughes, south with the Klan and J. Edgar Hoover, shipping out to Vietnam and returning home, the bearer of white powder, plotting new deaths as 1968 approaches. . .
Rustin smiled. “Do you hate him?”
“No.”
“After what he put you through?”
“I find it hard to hate people who are that true to themselves.”
I don’t even know who could write a book like this, except Ellroy’s written more than one. It’s nasty and brutish and closer to the truth of things than history books can get. I dig his humanity in the midst of humanity doing despicable things.
