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My Dark Places: An L.A. Crime Memoir - Hardcover

Ellroy, James

 
9780679441854: My Dark Places: An L.A. Crime Memoir
Hardcover
ISBN 10: 0679441859 ISBN 13: 9780679441854
Verlag: Alfred a Knopf Inc, 1996

Inhaltsangabe

The author of American Tabloid provides a vivid, unflinching account of the 1958 murder of his mother, the failed probe into her killing, its impact on own life, and the results of an investigation, with ex-homicide detective Bill Stoner, into the crime. 75,000 first printing. Tour.

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Über die Autorin bzw. den Autor

James Ellroy was born in Los Angeles in 1948. His five previous novels, American Tabloid, White Jazz, L.A. Confidential, The Big Nowhere, and The Black Dahlia, were international bestsellers.

Aus dem Klappentext

n James Ellroy was 10 years old, his mother's body was found in a run-down town near Los Angeles. The murderer was never found; the case remains unsolved. This remarkable book--part unflinching autobiography, part vivid reportage--tells an extraordinarily gripping story about the failed murder investigation, uncovering Ellroy's daring, revelatory journey into and through his most forbidding memories. 14 photos.

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My father put me in a cab at the El Monte depot. He paid the driver and told him to drop me at Bryant and Maple.

I didn't want to go back. I didn't want to leave my father. I wanted to blow off El Monte forever.

It was hot--maybe ten degrees more than L.A. The driver took Tyler north to Bryant and cut east. He turned on Maple and stopped the cab.

I saw police cars and official-type sedans parked at the curb. I saw uniformed men and men in suits standing in my front yard.

I knew she was dead. This is not a revised memory or a retrospective hunch. I knew it in the moment--at age ten--on Sunday, June 22nd, 1958.

I walked into the yard. Somebody said, "There's the boy." I saw Mr. and Mrs. Krycki standing by their back door.

A man took me aside and kneeled down to my level. He said, "Son, your mother's been killed."

I knew he meant "murdered." I probably trembled or shuddered or weaved a little bit.

The man asked me where my father was. I told him he was back at the bus station. A half-dozen men crowded around me. They leaned on their knees and checked me out up-close.

They saw one lucky kid.

A cop split for the bus station. A man with a camera walked me back to Mr. Krycki's toolshed.

He put an awl in my hand and posed me at a workbench. I held on to a small block of wood and pretended to saw at it. I faced the camera-- and did not blink or smile or cry or betray my internal equilibrium.

The photographer stood in a doorway. The cops stood behind him. I had a rapt audience.

The photographer shot some film and urged me to improvise. I hunched over the wood and sawed at it with a half-smile/ half-grimace. The cops laughed. I laughed. Flashbulbs popped.

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Verlag
Alfred a Knopf Inc
Erscheinungsdatum
1996
Sprache
Englisch
ISBN 10 
0679441859
ISBN 13 
9780679441854
Einband
Gebundene Ausgabe
Auflage
1
Anzahl der Seiten
351
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