Sick City: A Novel
“Sick City is enjoyable, twisted and brutal….O’Neill can be our generation’s Jim Thompson.”
— James Frey, writer of Bright glossy Morning
“Tony O’Neill works his L.A. humans the best way Dutch Leonard had his hand down the pants of each degenerate in his nice Detroit novels.”
— Barry Gifford, writer of Wild at Heart
From Tony O’Neill, the writer of Down and Out on homicide Mile and coauthor of the Neon Angel and the New York instances bestselling Hero of the Underground, comes Sick City—a wild event of 2 junkies, Hollywood, and the Sharon Tate intercourse tape. Readers of Elmore Leonard (Get Shorty) and Irvine Welsh (Trainspotting) will take nice appreciate Sick urban, “a disturbingly twisted experience via Hollywood’s underbelly with a degenerate forged of colorfully interwoven characters” (Slash).
Overheated motor, and my palms are icy chilly. Seized through surprising idea, I jot down the word “JUST SAY NO TO THE warfare ON DRUGS.” I shut the computer. a couple of extra beverages and perhaps it is going to all make experience. The evening remains to be younger and whole of percentages. additionally via Tony O’Neill FICTION Down and Out on homicide Mile Digging the Vein Seizure rainy desires NONFICTION Neon Angel by means of Cherie Currie (with Tony O’Neill) Hero of the Underground by means of Jason Peter (with Tony O’Neill) POETRY.
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