Freddy Otash was the man in the know and the man

to

 know in ’50s L.A. He was a rogue cop, a sleazoid private eye, a shakedown artist, a pimp — and, most notably, the head strong-arm goon for 

Confidential

magazine.

Confidential

presaged the idiot internet — and delivered the dirt, the dish, the insidious ink, and the scurrilous skank. It mauled misanthropic movie stars, sex-soiled socialites, and putzo politicians. Mattress Jack Kennedy, James Dean, Montgomery Clift, Burt Lancaster, Liz Taylor, Rock Hudson — Frantic Freddy outed them all. He was the Tattle Tyrant who held Hollywood hostage, and now he’s here to

CONFESS

.

“I’m consumed with candor and wracked with recollection. I’m revitalized and resurgent. My

meshugenah

march down memory lane begins

NOW

.”

In Freddy’s viciously entertaining voice,

Widespread Panic

torches 1950s Hollywood to the ground. It’s a blazing revelation of coruscating corruption, pervasive paranoia, and of sin and redemption with nothing in between.

Here is James Ellroy in savage quintessence. Freddy Otash confesses — and

you

are here to read and succumb.