There are a lot of reasons not to read James Ellroy's newest novel, Perfidia — the opening shot in his proposed second L.A. Quartet. It's a long and sprawling book with about a million pages and 10,000 characters, so if that kind of thing scares you, go back to your Hunger Games and leave the grown-ups alone.

It's a brutal book. More than one person crawls home with a handful of his own teeth. A quick gunshot to the head? That's a merciful way to go in Ellroy's Los Angeles, and not many characters get that kindness.

There's terrible, casual racism in here, reflecting the terrible, casual racism of the day (that day being Saturday, Dec. 6, 1941, where the book starts — the day before Pearl Harbor). Serious men talk about eugenics and racial purity in a way that makes today's discussions of profiling seem like cocktail party banter. Innocent Japanese-Americans are rounded up in vicious sweeps and sent to internment camps. Mexicans and African-Americans don't fare any better. Neither do the Jews. Or the Chinese. It's a white man's world, this LA of Perfidia. Too bad if you're not.

Worse than all this, Perfidia is a book with no good guys. Even the most sympathetic characters (the sole Japanese man on the LA police force, the coerced Girl With A Past) swim in moral relativism with expert strokes. And it's tough to root for a character — even a great character, like Ellroy's Dudley Smith, who anchors Perfidia as a pre-L.A. Confidential sergeant worming his way up through the ranks — when he pops bennies, smokes opium and threatens to kill virtually everyone he meets. Doubly so when he actually does kill a fair number of them, for reasons that are good only within the warped ethical architecture of a crooked and horrifyingly realized Los Angeles Police Department.

So there's all that. Plenty of reasons to pass Perfidia up. But this is why you should read it.

Because it's beautiful. It's got style like your grandfather did back when he dudded up on a Saturday night in a zoot suit and chain. Because it's epic in its depth and evocation of an ugly time and an awful place that, with its sheen of youth and beauty, is too often made glossy and innocent in our memories.

And because in a book which leans heavily on a boxing motif, Ellroy writes like a great fighter works the ring. He bobs and he feints along the book's 23-day timeline. His sentences are short, sharp jabs, building into gorgeous combos that can floor you with their precision. In over 700 pages, he rarely meets a conjunction he doesn't excise.

The story rips along. There's Pearl Harbor. Internment. The murder of an entire Japanese family posed to look like ritual suicide. Schemes within schemes within schemes. J. Edgar Hoover makes an appearance. So does Bette Davis. Ellroy mixes the real with the fictional and never loses track of either.

At its black and dripping heart, Perfidia is a police procedural. But like all great procedurals, the case is just what gets people up and moving, allowing Ellroy to dip into radical politics here, rabid jingoism there. He back-lays groundwork and motivation for characters already fully alive in his other novels, which will certainly be a draw for anyone who wants to ride Dudley Smith's shoulder through LA's Chinatown, or witness some of Ellroy's other cops and crooks in the hotblooded viciousness of their youth.

There are issues. I'm not kidding (too much) when I say there are 10,000 characters because every twisting subplot comes fully staffed with guys named Buzz and Bucky and Two-Gun. And Ellroy has a woman problem which, oddly, is the opposite of the woman problem that many male authors have (making their female characters mere window dressing or arm candy), in that his are Cassandras in Christian Dior — too smart, too manipulative, too prescient and too always-in-the-thick-of-it to be entirely believable. Especially considering Perfidia has, essentially, just one. And she has that Forrest Gumpian quality of conveniently being everywhere that matters, all the time.

But still, read the book. Do it because its troubles are minor and its strengths vastly outweigh them. Because Ellroy has a way of giving gravitas to ugliness and making brutality beautiful. Because to see him operating this way, full of power and totally in his comfort zone, is an awesome thing to behold. His LA might not be a city of angels, but the devils he conjures up tell one hell of a tale.

Jason Sheehan is an ex-chef, a former restaurant critic and the current food editor of Philadelphia magazine. But when no one is looking, he spends his time writing books about spaceships, aliens, giant robots and ray guns. Tales From the Radiation Age is his newest book.

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Transcript

ROBERT SIEGEL, HOST:

27 years ago, the writer James Ellroy began publishing a series of novels he called the "L.A. Quartet." The books were dark - full of grisly murders, corrupt cops and dangerous criminals.

Well, now Ellroy has embarked on a new quartet, beginning with a novel released this week called "Perfidia." It acts as a prequel to "L.A. Quartet." Many of the old characters reappear, but younger. We meet them right before the bombing of Pearl Harbor.

Here's Jason Sheehan with a review.

JASON SHEEHAN, BYLINE: There are a lot of reasons not to read "Perfidia." It's long and sprawling, with about a million pages and 10,000 characters. So if that kind of thing scares you, you're going to want to go back to "The Hunger Games."

It's a brutal book. A quick gunshot to the head is a good way to go in James Ellroy's LA and not many characters get that kindness. It's also tough book to read. There's terrible casual racism, reflecting the terrible casual racism of the time. And "Perfidia" is a book with no good guys. Even the most sympathetic characters are despicable - A Girl With a Past, the only Japanese officer in the LAPD, and then, there's Dudley Smith, who we met years ago in Ellroy's first "L.A. Quartet." He's a sergeant here. Charming and funny, sure, but worming his way up through the ranks. Popping bennies, smoking opium and threatening to kill almost everyone he meets. He's a tough guy to root for. So there's all of that. Plenty of reasons to pass on this book. But here's why should read it - because it's beautiful. Because it's epic and deep. Because it evokes a time and a place that's too often made glossy and innocent in our memories.

The story rips along. On the eve of the Pearl Harbor attack a Japanese family is found murdered in their home, the bodies arranged to make it look like ritual suicide. At its black heart, "Perfidia" is a police procedural. But like all great procedurals, the case is just the motivator. It's the thing that gets the characters up and running around as Pearl Harbor is bombed and Japanese internment begins.

There are some issues. I'm not really kidding when I say, there are 10,000 characters because every twisting subplot comes fully staffed with guys named Two-Gun and Buzz and Bucky. And Ellroy's women are all Cassandras in Christian Dior. A little too smart, too prescient and too always in the thick of it to be entirely believable.

But still, read the book. Do it because the flaws are minor and the virtues vastly outweigh them. Because Ellroy has a way of giving gravitas to ugliness and making brutality beautiful. His LA might not be a city of Angels, but the devils he conjures tell a hell of a tale.

SIEGEL: The novel is "Perfidia" by James Ellroy. Our reviewer was writer Jason Sheehan. Transcript provided by NPR, Copyright NPR.

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