MAJOR MAINTENANCE – One of the French’s favorite American authors delivers a feverish, agitated romantic tale, which hits hard and does not spare the Kennedys and the Hollywood world of the 1960s.
James Ellroy landed in Paris for a few days, in the incandescent wake of a new novel. Meeting him means agreeing not to discuss your private life or politics. So much for the bad news. There is a good one: The Enchanters, third part of Los Angeles Quintette, After Treachery et The Coming Storm. Six hundred pages that shock, exhaust, captivate. The corpse that is dissected there not only exalts a remul of fantasies spiced with lust, pornography, violence – the good old ingredients of decadent Hollywood, Ellroy’s fixed passion – it concentrates the quintessence of the star system , his perversion and his abyss in the heatwave of the summer of 1962, during which Marilyn Monroe was found lifeless in her bedroom. Saturday August 4, 1962 inspired hundreds of books. The Enchanters torpedoes them all, with noise and outrage. The author of Black Dahlia doesn’t like the platinum blonde, too artificial, too common to please him…
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