Widespread Panic: Freddy Otash Confesses

Purgatory is rarely this much fun. -Financial Times \r\n\r\nFrom The Modern Master of Noir comes a novel about the malevolent monarch of the 1950s Hollywood underground - a tale of pervasive paranoia teeming with communist conspiracies, FBI finks, celebrity smut films and strange bedfellows.\r\n\r\nFreddy Otash is the man in the know and the man to know in 50s L.A. He operates with two simple rules - hell do anything but commit murder and hell never work with the commies.\r\n\r\nFreddy is an ex-L.A. cop on the skids. He snuffed a cop killer in cold blood - and it got to him bad. So Chief William H. Parker canned him. Now hes a sleazoid private eye, a shakedown artist, a pimp - and, most notably, the head strongarm goon for Confidential magazine. Confidential presaged the idiot internet - and delivered the dirt, the dish, the insidious ink and the scurrilous skank on the feckless foibles of misanthropic movie stars, sex-soiled socialites and potzo politicians. Freaky Freddy outs them all!\r\n\r\nIn Widespread Panic, we traverse the depths of 50s L.A. and dig on the inner workings of Confidential. Youll go to Burt Lancasters lushly appointed torture den; youll groove overhyped legend James Dean as Freddys chief stooge; youll be there for Freddys ring-a-ding rendezvous with Liz Taylor; youll be front and centre as Freddy anoints himself the Tattle Tyrant Who Held Hollywood Hostage.