Amazon.com Review
Former investigative journalist Benjamin Justice has decided that blue agave is a whole lot better than bleak reality, so he's spent the better part of six months trying to pickle himself in tequila. Justice has any number of reasons to be depressed. He was fired from the
Los Angeles Times for fraud (and had to give back a Pulitzer Prize to boot); his lover of 10 years died from AIDS; and Justice himself was infected with HIV during a brutal rape.
Money, however, is a powerful motivator. When Charlotte Preston offers him an advance of $25,000 to ghostwrite an exposé of Randall Capri, a tabloid writer whose latest sensational effort claims that Charlotte's late father, Hollywood heartthrob Rod Preston, was a sexual predator, Justice decides to come up for air. But Charlotte is found dead less than a day later, and Justice inherits both her spoiled Lhasa apso and a determination to unearth her killer. It doesn't take long for Justice to discover that Capri was right on the money. In a trail leading from the posh health spas of Beverly Hills to the seedy strip bars of Tijuana, Justice will uncover a network of pedophiles, respected citizens all, who exploit immigrant boys and who will stop at nothing to keep their secret safe.
John Morgan Wilson's hero (Simple Justice, Revision of Justice, Justice at Risk) is brooding, sardonic, and deeply human. His investigation into other people's lives is peppered with moments of often unpalatable insight into his own dark existence and pangs of guilt for distancing himself from all who would befriend him. Justice's propensity for occasional ponderous asides on sex and morality slows down a plot that otherwise moves briskly along. (Perhaps a bit too briskly: Wilson can't seem to decide whether he's writing a solemn meditation on the human condition or a no-holds-barred potboiler.) However, though the denouement flirts dangerously with farce as Justice storms a desert compound populated by former Nazis, Wilson's generally adept prose will keep readers happy, and pages turning. --Kelly Flynn
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From Publishers Weekly
A sensitive and powerful writer, Edgar Award-winner Wilson presents a compelling portrait of gay life in contemporary Los Angeles in his fourth book (after 1999's Justice at Risk) featuring HIV-positive journalist Benjamin Justice. Having destroyed his newspaper career with a faked story that won him a Pulitzer, Justice is sinking into a self-imposed, unwashed funk when Charlotte Preston offers him 50 grand to ghostwrite a sleazy tell-all about biographer Randall Capri, author of a sordid expos? of her late, mucho macho movie star father, Rod. When Charlotte is found dead, Justice is the only person who doesn't think the woman committed suicide. His search for the truth about Rod Preston leads him to a group of famous menAa movie star, a pop singer, a business tycoonAwho prey on preteen boys and do terrible things to them in the desert mansion of a creepy doctor and his mortician sister. Amazingly, within this obvious and often ludicrous premise, Wilson is able to nourish many moments of effective art. He beautifully evokes such heavily trodden Southern California literary landscapes as West Hollywood, Montecito and the road to Tijuana. Then there's a truly frightening moment as JusticeAwho has had his bouts with the bottleAtalks about the dangerous delights of tequila, as well as a thrilling action scene where he's almost drowned by crashing waves outside a fortified Malibu beach house. Best of all is Justice himself, as his quest becomes his own wake-up call to rejoin the human race. Agent, Alice Martell. (July)
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