The Assassination in Me

My best-selling novel, American Tabloid, was all about the murder of John F. Kennedy. My new novel, The Cold Six Thousand, picks up where that one left off. Why have I returned to Dallas and Dealey Plaza yet again? Because I can't help myself.

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“America was never innocent” are the first words of American Tabloid, James Ellroy’s best-selling 1995 novel about the John F. Kennedy assassination, in which he took various elements of conspiracy-theory lore, added his own fictional designs, and wove them all into a long, twisted narrative involving mobsters, Cuban exiles, rogue CIA agents, and freelance G-men. The opus ended seconds before the shots were fired, and Ellroy’s new novel, The Cold Six Thousand (Alfred A. Knopf), picks up moments afterward, continuing until 1968 and connecting other catastrophes of the era—the assassinations of Robert Kennedy, Jr., and Martin Luther King, Jr., as well as the Vietnam War—to the same dark forces that brought about JFK’s murder. Ellroy’s fiction has always plumbed the depths of terrible knowledge, both personal and political. He delights in wrecking sentimental notions of innocence; hence his obsession with the assassination, an event considered by many to be the dying gasp of America’s golden youth before the onset of modern maturity—and depravity. Nonsense, Ellroy told me. We’ve always been corrupt, and the Kennedy assassination is just the most conspicuous proof. Michael Hall.

I was fifteen when Jack the K ate lead in Dealey Plaza. I vividly recall his ascent—all of a sudden the world was about this guy with a funny accent. And his death meant absolutely nothing to me. I was my dad’s son. He was a Nixon guy, he was a Republican, ergo I was too. So I lived through the actual event and the preposterous Jim Garrison crap of 1967 to 1969 and Mort Sahl’s reviving the case on TV in the late sixties and never gave a rat’s ass about it until 1988, when I read Don DeLillo’s Libra. The genesis of American Tabloid and The Cold Six Thousand was my reading of Libra. It is a brilliant fictional speculation on who killed Jack the K, and it also posits implicitly the heretical notion that Jack got what he deserved by the rules he lived by. And I firmly believe that. I found Libra’s theory of the assassination—that it was perpetrated by an unholy amalgam of whacked-out Cuban exiles pissed off at the Bay of Pigs betrayal, renegade CIA men (not the CIA as an entity, but CIA contract men), and the mob—wholly plausible. Regardless of what happened in real life, the most compelling theory, the most plausible, was that nexus. It came back to the dual agendas of money and turf, meaning Cuba, which makes Jack’s death the world’s most auspicious business-dispute homicide.

And it’s a tremendous story of geopolitical hubris and naiveté. Jack took aid from the mob in the primary election in 1960 in West Virginia and let the Chicago machine stuff ballot boxes for him in Illinois. He appointed his rabid pit-bull brother Bobby attorney general, and Bobby went after gangsters who were siding with Cuban exiles, especially Carlos Marcello. He betrayed the Cuban exiles at the Bay of Pigs, and when he visited the Orange Bowl to talk to the ransomed Bay of Pig survivors at Christmas 1962, he promised them that the brigade flag would fly in a free Havana. And he thought they wouldn’t kill him! I realized when I read Libra that I could never write a book about the assassination. DeLillo had staked his claim. Then I said, “Wait, wait, wait, you don’t need to. You can write a book about 1958-1963 America. You can write a much larger book, and the Jack hit can be an off-page climax to volume one.” So American Tabloid begins November 22, 1958, and ends five years to the day later. We see that Bobby Kennedy is staking his claim as crime fighter number one, as chief counsel for the McClellan rackets committee. We see that Mr. Hoover hates Bobby because Bobby’s a real crime fighter and Mr. Hoover’s an old poof who’s hassling these dipshit Commies and leftists. We see that Castro’s getting ready to take over Cuba. We see that the mob very shortly will lose their casinos and a couple hundred grand a day in 1959 money. They’re mad.

You know,

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