Chris Abani's novel The Virgin of Flames, is, unusually for an African writer set exclusively in East LA. As with his tour-de-force Graceland, Abani's language in The Virgin of Flames is poetic, but retains a succinct approach to description akin to Saul Bellow or Walter Mosley. The story, peppered with literary, mythological and religious references, is driven by a deeply troubled character, Black, who is of Salvadorean and Nigerian extraction, and underpinned with references to the Los Angeles River and its history. As the plot unfolds it becomes clear that Black's obsession with the transsexual stripper Sweet Girl will come to no good - the question is how. Within the time it takes to answer that question, Abani entertains with his inspired portrait of Los Angeles he paints, a "rambling maze" of strip joints, whorehouses, dog fights in abandoned warehouses, fast-food stops and, of course, the guerrilla mural artist, Black, and his friend Bomboy Dickens - a Rwandan butcher. The characters in the book alone are enough to keep you enthralled - for example, Iggy a Jewish tattoo artist with steel loops under her skin; and Ray-Ray, the dwarf barista with a drug habit - but Abani keeps the plot ticking with timely revelations, side-stories and incidents. Nevertheless The Virgin of Flames is not perfect; at times it seems over-indulgent and the dialogue is barely credible, but, it is an ambitious book and Abani manages to entertain from cover-to-cover. Gladly recommended.