![]() ![]() The Cold Six Thousand is Ellroy to the power of fifty. They sink their teeth into the dogs they fight and don’t let go. The old dogs that legends sprout up around. His books conjure up those old warhorse dogs from Jack London. This is book as crossfire.Įverything you’ve heard is true. ![]() The whole thing some crazed speedball dialectic. The sound that James Ellroy’s prose makes in your head. The other kid shaking like Al Pacino at the end of Scarface, body riddled with imaginary bullets. The machine gun tucked against the jerking shoulder. ![]() Dig it: the sound kids make when they play Nazi, play gangster, play hood, play icecold hitman killer, play tres cool. ![]()
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