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Very quick read. Detective Bosch returns, surviving only on coffee and a little jazz while bucking authority and solving a case based on instinct.

The library wanted this book back before I could finish it. My rating/review is based on finishing about 75% of it.

I thought “ghettoside” was a play on “homicide” – death caused by living in a ghetto (yeah, OK, I got the suffix wrong, “-cide” vs. “-side”). However, “ghettoside” is a place, as in “westside.”

Keep in mind that I read this book amidst almost daily news reports about portray trigger-happy police officers. The author, Jill Leovy, seems to be trying very hard to show that most cops are not racist. She focuses on Detective Tennelle, "that rare officer who actually lived the philosophy so long advanced by LAPD critics: he had chosen to live in the city he policed out of valor and a sense of responsibility.” This is one reason why cultural-socio-economic inequality is so difficult to overcome:

“To many officers, black residents of these ghettoside neighborhoods seemed so incomprehensibly perverse and hostile, so hell-bent on not making things better for themselves. And that same “community” bristled and postured in response. Yet beneath all this dysfunction, just as the cops yearned to be do-gooders who “helped people,” the “community” yearned for their help.”

Leovy describes how the community members take matters into their own hands when they feel they are not served by law enforcement officers or the criminal justice system; community justice frequently escalates into a cycle of retribution.

In addition to describing the murders, Leovy also provides a look at how ghettoside women are treated. Mothers seem to be granted some measure of respect, but girlfriends are temporary and disposable. One young man “expected blind obedience, and he mostly got it by merely implying the violence of which [his girlfriend] knew he was capable.” This made me think of how southern slave owners treated the enslaved--a terrible perpetuation of a terrible mindset.

3 1/2 pounds. This book weighs three and a half pounds.

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Most of the primary characters appear in separate chapters without interacting with one another. The main plotline follows a family: Xanther, Anwar (her stepfather), and Astair (her mother). The other characters – I don’t even know what to say about the other characters. After reading a few of their sections, I gave up and skipped to the Xanther/Anwar/Astair chapters. The chapters with those other characters were pretty bad. I lost any motivation to wade through slang, broken English (which I felt was denigrating and racist), gang jargon, and oodles and oodles of odd character names. Like Shnork.

There’s a prologue that has no tie-in to the rest of the book. About 2/3 of the way through is an interlude that hints at what’s going on (and is a likely adjunct to Anwar’s job as a software game developer).

Overall, this was strange. I may or may not read the next book in the series, but if I do it will only be to find out what happens to Xanther.

Bonus points to the author for mentioning the Post & Beam restaurant in the Baldwin Hills Crenshaw Plaza.

I think I'm done with this...Kindle version shows me at 50% but then the book "starts over" with the sections reversed. They are identical in the second half, right?

I read Francesco's "Eyes" section first and found it to be brilliant. I preferred it to George's "Camera" section.