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jackroche 's review for:
The Black Dahlia
by James Ellroy
dark
mysterious
tense
medium-paced
Plot or Character Driven:
Plot
Strong character development:
Complicated
Loveable characters:
No
Diverse cast of characters:
No
Flaws of characters a main focus:
Yes
Been a while since it took me this long to finish something, though obviously the fault of leaving my first library copy on a bus (sorry LAPL I will find it I swear).
That did not help with keeping track of the mystery; I had to make peace with simply nodding along by the end. I’d say this beats out The Big Sleep in its sheer number of moving parts to keep track of.
I was surprised by how florid Ellroy’s prose was here, given his Spartan reputation, though I’ve since learned that’s a shift he supposedly made in the 90’s. Either way his voice is very compelling and readable even if I wouldn’t quite call it hard-boiled. He gets bogged down at the beginning flexing his knowledge of period-accurate police department machinations, but when he gets going it’s punchy and propulsive.
He is also curiously amoral. The other crime writers I’ve read - and their protagonists - have underpinned their cynicism with a conscience. In order to be disillusioned you have to have had illusions in the first place. Bucky Bleichert, on the other hand, is driven primarily by selfish impulses and occasional animalistic revulsion. I also can’t in good faith claim that Ellroy is my first encounter with perverted shit; both The Big Sleep and The Last Good Kiss have plot threads about snuff films, same as this one. But Ellroy revels in it; decay, BDSM, incest, necrophilia. Then again, what else does the Black Dahlia case call for? It only fits ti draw readers in with the perversity that made the case famous to begin with.
As readable as it is, though, the arc didn’t quite land for me. Bucky’s journey from bum status to professionalism to depravity relies on two things: his relationships with Lee and Kay, and his growing obsession with the case. His friendship with Lee was vivid and compelling, and my favorite part of the book. The relationship with Kay less so; their growing attraction felt told more than shown, particularly when stress tested by the weight it bears in the ending. And the obsession… didn’t quite click? I SAW him growing increasingly devoured, but I wasn’t always sold on the transformation - which made his ambiguous redemption fall flat.
That did not help with keeping track of the mystery; I had to make peace with simply nodding along by the end. I’d say this beats out The Big Sleep in its sheer number of moving parts to keep track of.
I was surprised by how florid Ellroy’s prose was here, given his Spartan reputation, though I’ve since learned that’s a shift he supposedly made in the 90’s. Either way his voice is very compelling and readable even if I wouldn’t quite call it hard-boiled. He gets bogged down at the beginning flexing his knowledge of period-accurate police department machinations, but when he gets going it’s punchy and propulsive.
He is also curiously amoral. The other crime writers I’ve read - and their protagonists - have underpinned their cynicism with a conscience. In order to be disillusioned you have to have had illusions in the first place. Bucky Bleichert, on the other hand, is driven primarily by selfish impulses and occasional animalistic revulsion. I also can’t in good faith claim that Ellroy is my first encounter with perverted shit; both The Big Sleep and The Last Good Kiss have plot threads about snuff films, same as this one. But Ellroy revels in it; decay, BDSM, incest, necrophilia. Then again, what else does the Black Dahlia case call for? It only fits ti draw readers in with the perversity that made the case famous to begin with.
As readable as it is, though, the arc didn’t quite land for me. Bucky’s journey from bum status to professionalism to depravity relies on two things: his relationships with Lee and Kay, and his growing obsession with the case. His friendship with Lee was vivid and compelling, and my favorite part of the book. The relationship with Kay less so; their growing attraction felt told more than shown, particularly when stress tested by the weight it bears in the ending. And the obsession… didn’t quite click? I SAW him growing increasingly devoured, but I wasn’t always sold on the transformation - which made his ambiguous redemption fall flat.