Publishers Weekly
07/31/2023
Real-life LAPD officer turned private detective Fred Otash narrates Ellroy’s sprawling follow-up to 2022’s Widespread Panic. It’s another opportunity for the author to showcase his encyclopedic knowledge of mid-century Hollywood: the plot kicks off in the summer of 1962 when Otash is hired to dig up dirt on the recently deceased Marilyn Monroe by the unholy trinity of Jimmy Hoffa, JFK, and the LAPD. Meanwhile, a laundry list of other crimes stack up on Otash’s to-do list, including the kidnapping of a budding starlet, money laundering schemes, an exploding street drug market, and a ruthless peeping tom. As Otash burrows deeper into Monroe’s death, his grip on sanity loosens, and he becomes increasingly worried the crimes are all connected in one vast conspiracy. Ellroy masterfully orchestrates his vast array of subplots to create a tour de force of vibe and atmosphere. That ambience, plus his signature jazzy turns of phrase, will thrill longtime fans, but newcomers may get lost in the sprawl. This fascinating, overstuffed outing won’t win Ellroy many new converts, but it’s still a hell of a ride. Agent: Andrew Wylie, Wylie Agency. (Sept.)
From the Publisher
James Ellroy, the neo-noir eminence of L.A. crime fiction, is back, with his favorite snake, Fred Otash, in tow. . . . And he sure can shoulder a novel. . . . To pick up a James Ellroy novel in the year 2023 is to know the score. . . . [Ellroy’s] fiction, at its most potent, is driven less by plot than by ritual. He has been canonized and censured; he writes now, in his mid-seventies, on a plane beyond the exigencies of either, enjoying a rare kind of freedom.” —The New Yorker
“The Demon Dog is back. So is Freddy Otash, and he's trying to dig up the most important dirt of his infamous career. . . . James Ellroy's The Enchanters is classic Ellroy: a filthy, boozy, fast-paced, violent romp through the history and important figures of early 1960s Los Angeles, all told in Otash's frantic voice. . . . Ellroy keeps things moving at breakneck speed at all times, which is a fantastic feat considering this is a 448-page novel that delves deep into a plethora of scenes and seamlessly mixes fact and fiction. The trick to it is Ellroy's incomparable style; fast, punchy, telegrammatic prose that demands to be read quickly and that flows like an enraged river. . . . Marilyn Monroe's death has achieved myth status, and Ellroy's take on it is at once a superb crime novel about the city he's always written about, a love letter to a very different time, and a narrative that ensures the Freddy Otash novels will be mentioned ... as some of Ellroy's best work.” —NPR
“[The Enchanters] blends the real and imagined into the kind of atmospheric psychosexual spectacle fans have come to expect from the grand master of L.A.-noir. . . . Thoroughly crooked yet unexpectedly appealing, Otash … is a fixer with an eidetic memory who operates in the shadowy fringes of the west coast glamour factory. . . . The plot of The Enchanters is sprawling yet intricate, a riveting series of events made all the more vivid by the precision of the details — the heavy wiretap surveillance opens up a prominent peripheral cast of hangers on, psychiatrists, pornographers and other petty criminals that swirl around the edges of the scene. Ellroy’s writing matches its sensational subject. . . . Filtered through Freddy’s drug- and booze-addled but brilliant mind, the novel is vibrant and vivid, with a pungent whiff of decay. . . . Otash is a fascinating guide. . . . Carnivalesque—literary roller coaster meets Tilt-a-Whirl.” —The Washington Post
“When [Ellroy is] on, as he is in his new, Marilyn Monroe-centered book The Enchanters, a sort of fever takes hold of the reader. Fact, fiction and conspiracy blur together until you can’t tell which is which, and you almost cease to care. The meticulous detail accumulates with a reportorial verve, each small action adding to the big picture. You start to see historical figures — be it Monroe, Bobby Kennedy or Ellroy’s antihero, a hopped-up mess of an off-the-books LAPD heavy named Freddy Otash — in a harsh new light. The experience might not be pleasant, but it is undoubtedly memorable. . . . This is ... Ellroy. The fever dream and the undiluted sleaze, in which he is far from the only crime novelist to indulge. Here, however, he’s messing with an icon (not to mention two popular political figures who met tragic deaths). The transgressions feel more severe, and, it must be said, more exciting. You might not want to live in Ellroy Land, but The Enchanters makes for a pretty wild visit.” —The Los Angeles Times
“Feverish [and] cinematic. . . . This raucous novel boasts an all-star supporting cast of historical characters. . . . Savagely satirical. . . . Ellroy dazzles with his detailed knowledge of the geography and denizens of the City of Fallen Angels, his brutal action sequences, his imaginative daring and his more sympathetic female characters.” —The Wall Street Journal
“The ‘demon dog of American Letters’ bounds back into view with The Enchanters. . . . Likability can be boring, and Ellroy is a modern master of making his characters interesting instead of nice. . . . The pace is hold-onto-your-hat fast. . . . Ellroy has long been the finest tour guide of America’s most glittering gutters, ruthless in his examination of the muck on the floors of the golden cages. . . . The world of The Enchanters slips seamlessly into the Ellroy universe, the smeared mirror of realities past. . . . Where some writers might light a match to illuminate their way through a chapter, Ellroy takes a flamethrower. Full on, all the time—a style that is intensely, unequivocally, unapologetically his. . . . The place is L.A., and feels like it. The time is 1962, and feels like it. The scene is Hollywood—the stars and hangers-on—and feels like it. . . . Is The Enchanters anywhere close to the truth? Does it matter? A work of fiction needs to create a world that’s consistently convincing, and The Enchanters scores there, reality be damned. . . . The book is razor-sharp, rocket-fast, and always engaging. . . . Monroe and the Kennedys is hardly virgin territory, but Ellroy’s playing on the edges of it makes the novel a fresh read. The Enchanters serves as confirmation of elevation back toward past glories. . . . The demon dog is back ripping throats out.” —Air Mail
“The laureate of American sleaze conjures a lost LA out of the film star’s death and a cast of real-life characters including JFK. . . . [Ellroy] uses [Marilyn Monroe’s] sudden death in 1962 and the mystery around it to conjure a lost LA of unapologetic glamour and unrepentant greed: the last seedy days of the studio system, the underbelly of Camelot (West Coast branch). Needless to say, nothing in this novel is sacred. . . . Language is a big reason why we come to Ellroy. No other living writer can pull off the streetwise argot of mid-century American low-life. . . . At his best his style is propulsive and fit for the wastoids, freaks and heavies who populate his fiction. . . . The Enchanters is … like a perpetual motion machine in which the secrets and foibles of its cast serve as fuel for the efforts of its narrator, Freddy Otash, the sleuth who has to keep tabs on his menagerie of friends.” —Financial Times
“[A] lush, manic novelization of Marilyn Monroe’s death and all that was hushed up around it. . . . Underbellies don’t come any seamier than this. . . . Ellroy’s rat-a-tat sleaze is pitch-perfect.” —Harper’s Magazine
"The latest in a string of hot books by ... James Ellroy. . . . The Enchanters is a bold, provocative, zany and sometimes very funny book." —The Denver Post
“There’s no denying the sheer narrative power of [Ellroy’s] epic mashups of historical fact and filthy fantasy. The former cop and expert muckraker Freddy Otash surfs the sewers of 1960s Hollywood and the White House as he explores the death of Marilyn Monroe and hunts a serial killer dubbed the Sex Creep. His raging paranoia makes him, and the reader, see ‘convergence/confluence/conspiracy’ everywhere. If, to misquote Count Basie, ‘sleazy does it’, no one does it better than Ellroy.” —The Times (UK), Best New Crime Fiction of 2023
“[James Ellroy’s] patented blend of paranoid conspiracy theories and idiosyncratic prose is truly invigorating. . . . Demonically riveting.” —The Telegraph, Autumn’s Best Crime Novels
“Indisputable fact: Marilyn Monroe died August 4, 1962. Questionable theories: was it suicide or murder? A case can be made for either, which Ellroy does with his signature jazzy aplomb in his ongoing quest to expose L.A.’s spongy underbelly via its most notorious scandals. . . . Ellroy’s lingo-laden, juiced and jived historical police procedurals are always a trip worth taking.” —Booklist [starred review]
“Real-life LAPD officer turned private detective Fred Otash narrates Ellroy’s sprawling follow-up to 2022’s Widespread Panic. It’s another opportunity for the author to showcase his encyclopedic knowledge of mid-century Hollywood: the plot kicks off in the summer of 1962 when Otash is hired to dig up dirt on the recently deceased Marilyn Monroe by the unholy trinity of Jimmy Hoffa, JFK, and the LAPD. . . . Ellroy masterfully orchestrates his vast array of subplots to create a tour de force of vibe and atmosphere. That ambience, plus his signature jazzy turns of phrase, will thrill longtime fans. . . . Fascinating … a hell of a ride.” —Publishers Weekly
“A descent into the conspiracy hellhole of Hollywood in the early 1960s. Within the dirty fun of Ellroy's fiction, all sorts of lines continue to blur. There is little distinction between characters taken from so-called real life and inventions from the novelist’s fevered imagination. Marilyn Monroe, JFK, Jimmy Hoffa, and J. Edgar Hoover were all real people, of course, before they became Ellroy characters. So was protagonist Freddy Otash, the rogue cop who subsequently dug up dirt on celebrities for the scandal-sheet Confidential, though he has become better known as a figure in Ellroy’s fiction. As for the lines between good and bad and innocent and guilty, they simply don’t exist here. The cops are as crooked as the crooks, maybe more so, and guilt is a matter of degree. . . . The climax might well leave the reader as breathless as Ellroy’s prose.” —Kirkus Reviews
Library Journal
12/22/2023
Ellroy (Widespread Panic) takes every lurid tabloid headline about Marilyn Monroe and turns them up to 11 in this sprawling alternative-history noir. It's 1962, and Ellroy's tainted detective Freddie Otash has been asked by Jimmy Hoffa to surveil Marilyn Monroe and gather dirt on her relationship with the Kennedys. The chief of the LAPD has also charged Otash with finding a kidnapped B-movie starlet who may have staged her own kidnapping for publicity. When Otash pushes one of the kidnappers to his death from a cliff, uncertainty over the man's identity becomes the linchpin of a mystery that ultimately involves Fox Studios, Los Angeles gangsters, small-time hoodlums, Jack and Robert Kennedy, Peter Lawford, corrupt cops, drugs, and, not least of all, a serial killer—with each of them tied in some way to Monroe and questions about her death. In Ellroy's grim world, every piety is false, everyone is corrupt, and human nature is portrayed as in a tabloid feature. It's an extreme vision, but in Ellroy's hands, it's not out of line with the novelist's mission of unmasking illusion to reveal the truth beneath. VERDICT This novel shows that Ellroy is as captivating and undeniably readable as ever.—Lawrence Rungren
NOVEMBER 2023 - AudioFile
In Ellroy's latest audiobook, former cop Freddy Otash finds himself jammed up. He's investigating the death of Marilyn Monroe but has police officials, Jack and Bobby Kennedy, and a swarm of others--actors, a psychologist, and people from the seedier side of Los Angeles--getting in his way. Craig Wasson relishes his narration, bringing a high level of emotion when needed. A few fight scenes are especially well done. He distinguishes voices well, though there are so many characters who come and go that it's a monumental task. The novel is historical fiction and California crime noir; its 1960s vernacular is an acquired taste. M.B. © AudioFile 2023, Portland, Maine
Kirkus Reviews
2023-07-13
A descent into the conspiracy hellhole of Hollywood in the early 1960s.
Within the dirty fun of Ellroy's fiction, all sorts of lines continue to blur. There is little distinction between characters taken from so-called real life and inventions from the novelist’s fevered imagination. Marilyn Monroe, JFK, Jimmy Hoffa, and J. Edgar Hoover were all real people, of course, before they became Ellroy characters. So was protagonist Freddy Otash, the rogue cop who subsequently dug up dirt on celebrities for the scandal-sheet Confidential, though he has become better known as a figure in Ellroy’s fiction. As for the lines between good and bad and innocent and guilty, they simply don’t exist here. The cops are as crooked as the crooks, maybe more so, and guilt is a matter of degree. Freddy has been hired by Jimmy Hoffa to expose scandal among the Kennedys in retaliation for Robert Kennedy’s targeting of the Teamsters. Attorney General RFK hires Otash away to besmirch the reputation of Marilyn Monroe and distance her from the Kennedys. Monroe’s death proves pivotal—but was it an accident, suicide, or murder? And then there’s the Sex Creep, whose rampages among a half-dozen or so lonely divorcées bearing some resemblance to Monroe have gone tabloid viral, largely due to Freddy (who is also sleeping with a Kennedy, sister Pat, married to the despicable Peter Lawford). A tireless investigator who operates without scruples, Freddy discovers how deeply implicated he might be within a web of crime and murder. The plot embeds Monroe in porn, prostitution, pedophilia, and political protest as well as a scheme to blackmail the president into divorcing Jackie and making Marilyn first lady. There are so many layers of sleaze that it can be tough to keep things straight as the breakneck momentum accelerates.
The climax might well leave the reader as breathless as Ellroy’s prose, and in need of a good shower.
