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JAMES
ELLROY'S NOIR AS SOCIAL HISTORY
James
Ellroy's American Tabloid (Random House 1995) is a brilliant
'docudrama' set in the Kennedy era in which the historical icons of the
times are woven into the seedy noir world of desperadoes on the make.
The novel follows the careers of three 'operatives', all with a background
in law enforcement which seems to have been their training ground for
criminal activity. The twists and developments make it one of the cleverest
books I have ever read. Packed with huge bite, it makes other noir fiction
seem tame and weak.
Inter alia , American Tabloid is a study in motivation.
One character becomes a quadruple agent, compartmentalising his loyalty
until he loses track of reality, while another turns 180 degrees - a victory
of self-seeking function over any ethical direction or aim. And Ellroy
cleverly manipulates our feelings towards these characters, so we don't
actually feel very sorry for them when they dip to the bottom on fortune's
wheel.
But although there are no good guys, this doesn't mean to say that the
novel is amoral. Indeed, it goes beyond the self-righteous Christian and
post-Christian utopianism which so presumptiously views the world as good
and evil, to recognise that we are all flawed.
This pessimism is no doubt fuelled by the rather sad circumstances of
Ellroy's own life, following the murder of his mother by an unknown assailant
when he was ten. In his teens and twenties he degenerated into an alcoholic,
drug addict and petty-thief. One of his specialities was breaking into
the houses of the rich and famous to sniff womens' panties!
What is remarkable in Ellroy's case is that at the age of 31 he hauled
himself out of this dead-end self-destructiveness to become the most celebrated
contemporary writer of noir prose. Although the life of a successful writer
has to be disciplined and is often boringly solitary, Ellroy lives up
to his 'Mad Dog' image in interviews and talks. His work is an icon of
contemporary culture and should not be missed.
Rik - 13 February 1997
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