Ellroy confidential
James Ellroy’s novels of LA underworld life are taut and two-fisted, but in person the author is a more genial proposition than his bullish public image suggests.
On a winter’s morning in Dublin, James Ellroy, arguably the greatest living American crime writer, folds his casually-attired 6’3” frame into a slouch seat in the Brooks Hotel restaurant, and orders a scone and a cup of coffee.
He has steely blue eyes, and speaks loudly and precisely in a declamatory tone. He also exhibits ...
