Freddy Otash is in purgatory. To earn a ticket out he needs
to tell all. What follows is a list of sleazy Hollywood tales behind Otash’s
Confidential magazine. As well as encounters with the stars, Otash also meets
up with James Ellroy to pass on his life story.
The whole thing seems to have its tongue firmly in its
cheek. Though there are some nice moments and a sprinkling of stunning phrases,
there isn’t really a strong centre. It spins from low life act to exposé like a
machine gun turret gone wild and because of this it never really finds
traction.
There’s also a very deliberate and slightly irritating
alliteration that I could have done without entirely.
It may well be that I missed the point of all this. That the
book has a meaning or a subtext that I’ve not been able to grasp. For that
reason, I’d suggest you read a range of reviews. That way, you might catch the
opinions of someone who has the inside line on the jokes and references.
Not really for me.
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