If there was an edition of Desert Island Discs that was for taking your favourite D. I. D. castaway I’d have James Ellroy from this week.
With only two days left to listen again if you missed it, I’d strongly advise you find a forty five minute slot in your weekend. He was so candid, so illuminating on what originally led him as a writer, his writing through his ‘complicated bereavement’ for his mother.
I won’t paraphrase (badly) any more. Just two days.
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