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Posted June 9, 2011
No where near as good as 'My Dark Places', this book wanders self-indulgently around its title, trying to find some coherence. It doesn't have the bite of Ellroy's fiction or the raw power of internalised pain that made his earlier memoir so compelling. I found myself wondering how many more times he was going to blame his crappy relationships on his mother. It read like a book full of excuses: there was nothing new there and nothing that made me any more or less sympathetic than I felt after reading 'My Dark Places' which I thought magnificent. Even worse was the whiff of 'by rote' born-again bull at the end. I love Ellroy's non-fiction much more than his fiction but this is a retread that should have remained in draft form. He's always worth reading but where 'My Dark Places' howled, this whines.Was this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted September 21, 2010
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