Fun and very clever story. My review:
The two years between September 1939 and December 1941 was a moment in time during which the US was still at peace, while much of the rest of the world was engulfed in war. In May 1941 Pete Seeger's Alamanac Singers issued its debut album, "Songs for John Doe". This emphatically opposed US involvement in the war since, after all, the USSR and Hitler were allies. Involving yourself with Nazis or communists or, especially, both, was then, as now, a fool's game. Within two months Hitler had turned on Stalin and The Almanac Singers pulled the album. Uncle Joe now needed American help.
Into this world, stuck between the Nazis and the Commies and, for good measure, the Mob and the FBI, Kurt Schlichter and Irina Moises insert hard-boiled private eye Eddie Loud and his beautiful colleague Trixie Gamble. And the Olympian demi-god Apollo along with other magical mythical characters. One of Apollo's innumerable offspring -- half human, but still immortal -- has been kidnapped. Eddie Loud is engaged by a mysterious woman to find out who has him ... but not to rescue him.
Lost Angeles is accustomed to the supernatural, even weary with it. It brought somewhat to mind Robert A Heinlein's short story "Magic, Inc". Published in 1940, Heinlein was a resident at the time of Los Angeles, not far north of the Sunset Strip.
Heinlein's story has magic as an industrial commodity. Schlichter and Moises have it solely the preserve of these supernatural beings. They deal neatly with the problems that such a story could involve. Why wouldn't these immensely powerful demi-gods simply install themselves as dictators in the mortal world? Why, indeed, isn't the world entirely overrun by their offspring? I hate it when logical holes are left in stories. There are none here.
Instead, there's lots of forward movement in the story, lots and lots of action, much involving silver bullets and lovingly described firearms.
I haven't read the fiction of Raymond Chandler and the like, but I've enjoyed quite a few of the noir films of the late 1950s and early 50s, and it seemed to me that Lost Angeles captured the tone and style nicely. But it is now 2025, and there are call-forwards throughout the book. Miss Gamble was a descendent of Cassandra, and is frequently puzzled by visions of our times, most of which appear to her and Eddie as utter lunacy. Not surprisingly.
The good cop character has a name that will sound familiar, the origin of "Trust but verify" is disclosed, and there are lots of fun lines. The mystery woman's dress was tight, "but with all the deniability required of a proper woman." After the demise of one assailant, Trixie remarked, "Now, we'll never get to hear his origin story."
Truly, Lost Angeles is a fun read, and a fairly quick one. Maybe four or five hours for me. I read it on Kindle.