Los seductores / The Enchanters

About Los seductores / The Enchanters

Regresa «El Dostoievski americano» (Joyce Carol Oates) con su controvertida versión de la muerte de Marilyn Monroe.

«Nadie hace novelas criminales como él. Una de las mejores obras de Ellroy en años».—Dan Jones, The Sunday Times

4 de agosto de 1962. Los Ángeles está que hierve, en medio de una intensa ola de calor. Una estrella de cine B ha sido secuestrada en extrañas circunstancias. Y acaban de encontrar el cuerpo sin vida de Marilyn Monroe. ¿Sobredosis, suicidio, asesinato? El jefe de policía William H. Parker pone sobre la pista a Freddy Otash, expolicía corrupto y extorsionador, que no tardará en intuir que ambos casos están relacionados. Pero, si quiere salvar su propio pellejo no puede limitarse a descubrir la verdad: deberá encontrar pruebas que alejen a los Kennedy de los rumores de asesinato. Otash investigará la última y terrible farsa que rodeó a Marilyn y sacará a la luz la vida oculta del mito, en medio de la pesadilla de los bajos fondos del Hollywood que el propio Otash contribuyó a crear.

Los seductores es otra gran novela americana, una trascendental, provocadora, trepidante, ingeniosa e irreverente nueva obra del indiscutible rey del noir, que aquí encontramos en plena forma. Definida por The Sunday Times como «una de las mejores obras Ellroy en años», la nueva novela del «perro diabólico» es una nueva pieza fundamental de su fascinante y célebre universo.

ENGLISH DESCRIPTION

AN NPR BEST BOOK OF THE YEAR • James Ellroy—Demon Dog of American Letters—goes straight to the tragic heart of 1962 Hollywood with a wild riff on the Marilyn Monroe death myth in an astonishing, behind-the-headlines crime epic.

“James Ellroy, the neo-noir eminence of L.A. crime fiction, is back, with his favorite snake, Fred Otash, in tow. . . . And he sure can shoulder a novel.” —Parul Sehgal, The New Yorker

Los Angeles, August 4, 1962. The city broils through a midsummer heat wave. Marilyn Monroe ODs. A B-movie starlet is kidnapped. The overhyped LAPD overreacts. Chief Bill Parker’s looking for some getback. The Monroe deal looks like a moneymaker. He calls in Freddy Otash.

The freewheeling Freddy O: tainted ex-cop, defrocked private eye, dope fiend, and freelance extortionist. A man who lives by the maxim “Opportunity is love.” Freddy gets to work. He dimly perceives Marilyn Monroe’s death and the kidnapped starlet to be a poisonous riddle that only he has the guts and the brains to untangle. We are with him as he tears through all those who block his path to the truth. We are with him as he penetrates the faux-sunshine of Jack and Bobby Kennedy and the shuck of Camelot. We are with him as he falters, and grasps for love beyond opportunity. We are with him as he tracks Marilyn Monroe’s horrific last charade through a nightmare L.A. that he served to create — and as he confronts his complicity and his own raging madness.

It’s the Summer of ’62, baby. Freddy O’s got a hot date with history. The savage Sixties are ready to pop. It’s just a shot away.

The Enchanters is a transcendent work of American popular fiction. It is James Ellroy at his most crazed, brilliant, provocative, profanely hilarious, and stop-your-heart tender. It is a luminous psychological drama and an unparalleled thrill ride. It is, resoundingly, the great American crime novel.