2. American Tabloid by James Ellroy
It was 1997. October. The stockroom of Books Etc in Cabot Place East. Canary Wharf. A cardboard box unopened in front of me; so I pulled out a knife. Yes, I was trying to write this short post in the style of James Ellroy. When I opened that box almost (wow) 20 years ago my first thought was ‘What the hell is this? Who the hell is this?’ I was hooked from the first page. Ellroy writes like Chandler on every illicit drug known to man. There is a hypnotic rhythm to his writing that when you reach the last page you may have developed slight paranoia and you’re left completely exhausted. Love it!!