Raw, Relentless, Ruthless Crime Thriller
Eddie has been caught in the undertow of a very bad wave of men and circumstances and their thug mentality is rubbing off on him, but underneath he is not made of the same conscienceless stuff they are, and this is illustrated well by the author, making him a somewhat reluctant protagonist. The tension, anxiety and dread he feels are palpable; most readers can feel comfortable getting behind him. These are wise attributes for the main character, as criminal life is not the norm for the majority and we can easily slip into Eddie’s shoes as the dark underbelly of the city and its violence unfolds before him. And while somewhat of a newbie compared to his hardened cohorts, he is brought up to speed and carried along in a wave of violence and crime that would do Tarantino proud.
His relationship with Dakota is given sufficient attention for it to matter to us, but the ringleaders of murder, mayhem, getaways, and cover-ups—Saul, Floyd, and Sawyer among them—do little to win our hearts (as it should be, considering their actions) and mainly serve to propel the story forward.
Basically, this novel reads like a recap of a crime-based screenplay, action interspersed with terse dialogue, but beyond that, what makes it a true novel is the rich use of similes, adding necessary depth and flavor. For example, in a different piece of literature, the moon might be described like a distant beacon, but keeping in line with the subject matter of the book, Elliott employs similes for the moon like a glimmering scythe or blade. Other winning examples include "that pain again, like a shard of metal lodged between her ribs," "the rain had returned, pummeling the roof like a thousand tiny fists, "the crowd of about twenty people stood frozen on the shiny floor like a photograph," "the sun hit them like a searchlight, hot and dazzling," "Rufus lunged upwards like a Great White, the dagger coming up with him," "Eddie felt his breath seep out of him like air from a blown tire," "a dozen neon fish swimming in circles… like simpletons," and "Eddie’s heart sank deep down inside him like an anchor to the lightless ocean floor."
Some may find the surfeit of racial slurs, foul language, and graphic depictions unacceptable, but I am somewhat immune to being shocked or offended, like most of the audience this type of novel is geared toward. That the writer understands and knows Los Angeles is a given; living here myself, I truly enjoy novels set in my backyard.
Deaths occur right off the bat in the first chapter, drawing us aboard this runaway train of a novel immediately. The biggest surprise/reveal was in discovering the identity of the woman killed in the early pages of the novel; it complicates things for Eddie in a way that works. And my favorite part of the novel was the robbery and subsequent getaway/fall-out scenes. Movie lovers like myself will enjoy the numerous references to films and actors. There is no simpler way to conjure up what a character might look like than comparing him to an actor (in one case, Val Kilmer). If you love L.A. crime novels that don’t hold back, this one’s for you. Kudos to Elliott on a job well done.