Ellroy deserves so many superlatives for this work. His language is pared down to small bullet like phrases - like beat poetry or a stream of semi consciousness as we follow the case through the blood shot eyes of Dave Klein, the most corrupt, cold blooded, and twisted hero imaginable. The pace is relentless, leaving you breathless; the thoughts, actions and dialogue distilled to their most potent and concentrated form, leaving your brain bruised, at times baffled, but ultimately buzzing. There is little cheer in Ellroy's nightmare vision, even the love interest offers little relief and his plot reveals how dirty LA political fighting got in the 1950s. Howard Hughes, Hollywood, LAPD, FBI, the world of Boxing & Football, slum landlords, drug dealers and pimps battle, no holds barred, for supremacy and life is cheap. Only the tough survive and Dave Klein flourishes. White Jazz captures this hell better than any other crime book i've ever read.