2 pm Saturday, Oct. 10 at the Oregon Convention Center:
Ellroy put on one of the odder and more compelling—if not always likeable—performances I'd seen at any literary event in quite a while.
Then he called us all a bunch of pederasts, cocksuckers, cuntlickers, and everything else.
Ellroy offered a part-improvised, part-scripted theater of self, a vocal and even physical japing one hardly ever sees outside of plays for children.
the woman who claimed that she was a psychic and that the Black Dahlia hated Ellroy's guts