Dimensions: 656 pages, 9.66 × 6.64 × 1.57 in
Published: June 10, 2011
Publisher: Knopf Doubleday Publishing Group
The following ISBNs are associated with this title:
ISBN - 10: 0679403930
ISBN - 13: 9780679403937
About the Book
Political noir as only James Ellroy can write it. The incendiary standalone sequel to "American Tabloid "and "The Cold Six Thousand"--a massive tale of corruption and retribution, conspiracy and cover-up.
It is summer, 1968. The country is exploding. We are running point with three men: a Klan-raised, Yale-educated FBI agent infiltrating black-militant groups at J. Edgar Hoover's racist behest and obsessed with a leftist shadow figure named Joan Rosen Klein. An ex-cop and heroin runner paving the way for the mob's casinos in the Dominican Republic. A young L.A. "wheelman" for divorce lawyers within tantalizing reach of the men who killed the Kennedys and Martin Luther King and took us to the threshold of Watergate. Their lives collide in pursuit of the "Red Goddess Joan"--and they will all pay "a dear and savage price to live History."
Once again James Ellroy razes and reconstructs our recent past. "Blood's A Rover "is his largest and greatest work of fiction.
Read from the Book
Part I CLUSTER FUCK June 14, 1968-September 11, 1968 Wayne Tedrow Jr. (Las Vegas, 6/14/68) HEROIN: He''d rigged a lab in his hotel suite. Beakers, vats and Bunsen burners filled up wall shelves. A three-burner hot plate juked small-batch conversions. He was cooking painkiller-grade product. He hadn''t cooked dope since Saigon. A comp suite at the Stardust, vouchered by Carlos Marcello. Carlos knew that Janice had terminal cancer and that he had chemistry skills. Wayne mixed morphine clay with ammonia. A two-minute heating loosened mica chips and silt. He boiled water to 182°. He added acetic anhydride and reduced the bond proportions. The boil sluiced out organic waste. Precipitants next-the slow-cook process-diacetyl morph and sodium carbonate. Wayne mixed, measured and ran two hot plates low. He glanced around the suite. The maid left a newspaper out. The headlines were all him . Wayne Senior''s death by "heart attack." James Earl Ray and Sirhan Sirhan in stir. His front-page ink. No mention of him. Carlos had chilled out Wayne Senior. Mr. Hoover chilled out the backwash on the King/Bobby hits. Wayne watched diacetyl mass build. His blend would semi-anesthetize Janice. He was bucking for a big job with Howard Hughes. Hughes was addicted to pharmaceutical narcotics. He could cook him up a private blend and take it to his inter
From the Publisher
Summer, 1968. Martin Luther King and Robert Kennedy are dead. The assassination conspiracies have begun to unravel. A dirty-tricks squad is getting ready to deploy at the Democratic Convention in Chicago. Black militants are warring in southside L.A. The Feds are concocting draconian countermeasures. And fate has placed three men at the vortex of History.
Dwight Holly is J. Edgar Hoover’s pet strong-arm goon, implementing Hoover’s racist designs and obsessed with a leftist shadow figure named Joan Rosen Klein. Wayne Tedrow—ex-cop and heroin runner—is building a mob gambling mecca in the Dominican Republic and quickly becoming radicalized. Don Crutchfield is a window-peeping kid private-eye within tantalizing reach of right-wing assassins, left-wing revolutionaries and the powermongers of an incendiary era. Their lives collide in pursuit of the Red Goddess Joan—and each of them will pay “a dear and savage price to live History.”
Political noir as only James Ellroy can write it—our recent past razed and fully reconstructed—Blood’s A Rover is a novel of astonishing depth and scope, a massive tale of corruption and retribution, of ideals at war and the extremity of love. It is the largest and greatest work of fiction from an American master.
From the Jacket
“Ellroy concludes the scorching trilogy begun with 1995’s American Tabloid with a crushing bravura performance. As ever, his sentences are gems of concision . . . It’s impossible not to read Blood’s A Rover with a sense of awe . . . It’s a stunning and crazy book that could only have been written by the premier lunatic of American letters.”
–Publishers Weekly (starred)
“Ellroy calls this third leg of ‘The Underworld USA Trilogy’ an historical romance, but it’s also very much a gangster novel, a political novel, a tragic-comedy, a poignant love story–and remarkably entertaining no matter how you slice it . . . You won’t easily put it down.”
–Kirkus Reviews (starred)
About the Author
James Ellroy was born in Los Angeles in 1948. His L.A. Quartet novels—The Black Dahlia, The Big Nowhere, L.A. Confidential, and White Jazz—were international best sellers. His novel American Tabloid was Time magazine’s Best Book (fiction) of 1995; his memoir, My Dark Places, was a Time Best Book of the Year and a New York Times Notable Book for 1996. His novel The Cold Six Thousand was a New York Times Notable Book and a Los Angeles Times Best Book for 2001. Ellroy lives in Los Angeles.
“Jaw-dropping . . . A remarkable literary achievement.” — Associated Press “Readers who love their noir blood-red will be giddy over Blood’s A Rover, the bang-up conclusion to James Ellroy’s Underworld USA trilogy . . . Ellroy’s prose is spare and riveting [and] his plot is hardball start to finish.” — USA Today “No living crime writer so unflinchingly chronicles the darkest aspects of American history . . . In Blood’s A Rover , Ellroy reveals his keen eye for the shapes that lurk within shadows—to the best effect of his career . . . It achieves a greater depth, emotional resonance and sense of closure than his earlier books. This trilogy is a work of ambition unmatched among contemporary crime novelists.” — The Economist (UK) "A conspiracy theorist''s nightmare." — Time magazine “So absorbing and satisfying that it’s exhausting . . . Every page has at least one passage that’s so snappy you want to reply it like a song.” — Seattle Times “Revelatory . . . Twenty years ago American crime fiction seemed to have a power and a potential mainstream fiction had lost . . . With Blood’s A Rover Ellroy has finally delivered on that potential . . . [A] masterpiece.” — Independent (UK) “Brilliant . . . There are no soft edges to this novel.” — Minneapolis Star-Tribune “Ellroy employs a huge cast