James Ellroy is barking. He is sitting in an upscale restaurant in midtown Manhattan, lampooning John F. Kennedy for his "two minute" sex romps and bragging about his own bullterrier's sex drive when a woman at a neighboring table looks over disapprovingly. So he barks at her. And at the waiter, and at the coat-check girl. Laughing, he barks all the way out onto the street.
Ellroy likes to shock. If you like him that way, fine. If not, he couldn't care less. His new novel, The Cold Six Thousand, uses one of America's most toxic racial epithets right up...
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