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I Was In L.a. In '08. It Was A Cold Saturday Night. I Had Spread My Phone Number Out To A Score Of Women And Was Just Indulging This Sweet, Sad, Elegiac, Bale Loneliness - Don't Tell Me You Haven't Been There.

There Are A Lot Of Ellroy Lifts, Man. This Guy Went To School. But Then There's A Willful Thing That Comes Over Me - God Gives It To Me - Where I Go, "that's Real Nice, Let's Just Go Home, Pat Yourself On The Back, Good Dog, Good Dog, And Wake Up In The Morning And Go To Work."

And The Only Forms Of Socialism In The World That Were Then Getting Results - Malign Ones, As It Was - Were The Fascist And Soviet Republics. Fascism Is A Form Of Socialism - You Rebuild The Country, You Find A Scapegoat, And You Go From There.

Every One Of My Books Is Written From The Viewpoint Of Cops, With The Exception Of My Book Killer On The Road, Which Is Written From The Viewpoint Of A Serial Killer.

I'd Never Been Interested In The Kennedy Assassination Until '88, When I Read Libra. And From That Point, I Went Out And Bought The Existing Kennedy Theory Books, Most Of Which Are Outlandish. But What Delillo Posits - Some Rogue Cia Guys - Is The Most Dramatically Sound, Plausible Explanation For It.