This week, as time has allowed, I've been re-reading My Dark Places by James Ellroy (author of such mysteries as L.A. Confidential, The Big Nowhere, and The Black Dahlia). My Dark Places is comprised of Ellroy's stunningly candid reflections on his mother's still unsolved murder. I mention the book here solely because the deaths of Krishna Venta and Jean Ellroy both occured in the gothic world of 1958 Southern California, when daily life was still largely black & white as opposed to Technicolor. My Dark Places, by the way, is an incredible, if not somewhat disturbing, read!
Saturday, January 17, 2009
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