The Enchanters

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