Synopsis
This epic crime novel tells a story of Los Angeles power brokers and those at the edge—and a single shattering incident that threatens to bring it all crashing down.
Los Angeles, right now. America with its back up against the wall. This Frankenstein’s monster of crimes and lurid dreams sewn together into something like a city.
A city ready to explode: A Hollywood pedophile is arrested, and is ready to tear down the city to get his freedom. A young woman goes missing—and men in black rubber gloves who look like cops clean out her apartment in the middle of the night. And the serial killer known as the LA Ripper is on the loose, leaving tragic/graphic/brutal crime scenes in his wake. Three people trying to keep their heads above the dirty water will find themselves coming together to unite these strands into one enormous, unspeakable crime …
Jake Deal is a gonzo live-streaming nightcrawler, beaming the city’s chaos straight to his audience of blood-hungry subscribers, giving them the view from the top of the mushroom cloud—until a job he can’t refuse drags him back into his old life of Hollywood glamour, drugs, sex and sleaze. Armed with cameras and hidden mics, he’ll infiltrate private clubs, gather high-class dirt—and stumble onto a conspiracy woven into the center of LA’s most powerful men, who call themselves “The Kids in the Candy Store.”
Doug Gibson is a street lawyer, who fights for his clients against the army of cops, prosecutors and judges—he is the knife they bring to the gunfight. But when he’s hired by a Hollywood pedophile ready to sell out his friends for a chance for freedom, he’ll take on a fight bigger than he could have imagined. And when his client “commits suicide” in prison, Gibson will have to stop being a weapon—and become a warrior.
Kara Delgado works for an underground private concierge company—a make-a-wish foundation for the terminally rich. She scores drugs, makes connections, and plans multi-million dollar sex parties.She has learned the secret truth of this world: there are no rules, only prices. Her best friend Phoebe has gone missing, and Kara’s the only person who knows that Phoebe’s place was wiped clean of evidence by men in black rubber gloves. But when she begins to unravel the mystery of what happened to Phoebe, and its connection to the killer known as the LA Ripper, it will drag her into the dark heart of the city.
As Jake, Doug and Kara all investigate these crimes, they’ll encounter ketamine-addled sitcom stars, bloody riots, homeless gangsters, a killer cop on death row, secret vaults in Beverly Hills, tech-bro orgies, medical cannibals, true crime junkies, private security wet-work teams, reality shows, street takeovers, car chases, coyotes, a sadistic Tarzan, and a three day, fifty million dollar wedding, before everything is revealed and they must each make their choice about how to fight back in this violent world before the bloody, blazing conclusion.
Review
Jordan Harper’s aptly titled follow-up to 2023’s Everybody Knows is a timely and hard-hitting reflection on the current sociopolitical state of America as viewed through Los Angeles noir. In another era and another genre, A Violent Masterpiece could be mistaken for a straight-up dystopian horror, but here in the USA circa 2026 it’s a fractious crime story ripped straight from the headlines, tweets, skeets, and viral videos of the here and now. As Harper notes at the end of his story, and which Jake says in the book’s opening chapter, Los Angeles is America. One might almost make the mistake of saying Harper’s Los Angeles is a dark mirror of America, but no, sadly, it is not. It’s a straight-up reflection, tackling the lie that is the American myth in a fashion similar to Gabino Iglesias’s Coyote Songs. All of the griminess, seediness, and pure corruption at the heart of Harper’s latest is a stark and unflinching look at American dysfunction and a potent reminder that, oftentimes, fiction tells us the uncomfortable truths our mainstream media shies away from and which history has whitewashed.
In Los Angeles, ultra-wealthy, drug-addled perverts run the city, just as they run the country. They’ve got a private paramilitary outfit, Blackguard Security, that kills on their behalf, making people disappear and covering up crime scenes that would otherwise implicate the rich fucks that have gotten themselves in trouble. But hey, what’s a dead woman when an elite pedophile risks jail-time or, more likely, minor humiliation online. Doug Gibson has been tapped to defend a jailed Hollywood executive, Eric Algar, with a penchant for underage girls and a blackmail list a mile long. If Algar and the ensuing conspiracy Gibson finds himself enshrouded in reads a lot like the Epstein Files, congratulations on paying attention. There’s Jake, too, a too-handsome for his own good ex-journalist turned nightcrawler, roving the midnight streets chasing down one crime scene after another for his livestream subscribers and showing them exclusive, behind-the-scenes murder scenes from the LA Ripper, who’s left behind three violently mutilated, dismembered, cannibalized women. Kara fears her best friend, Phoebe, has fallen victim to the Ripper, but having witnessed Phoebe’s apartment getting cleaned out by Blackguard promises there’s an even deeper and more sinister layer to these serial murders.
A Violent Masterpiece plays out like a mosaic novel for the bulk of its page count. Harper takes his time layering in information while forcing readers to connect the dots of his elaborate and evolving conspiracy. Our three central leads don’t even all intersect with one another until three-fourths of the way in, and by then it’s anybody’s guess how all this is going to shake out or how these three nobodies can stack up against and stick it to the city’s elite vanguard, their army of killers, and the grossly unequal levying of laws. Each ends up having their own small pieces of the puzzle, and once everything’s assembled it could cost them everything — like, buried in an unmarked grave where they’ll never be found everything.
In between is the proud LA tradition of Death Tours. Harper takes us to ultra-nasty crime scenes, overdoses at exclusive nightclubs, and rich people party spots where there are “no rules, only prices” for any vice imaginable, from drugs to porn stars to little kids. Police clad in masks and black strips of tape covering their badge numbers run riot, and attend training seminars where they’re reminded that the sex they’ll have after killing somebody is the best they’ll ever have, echoing Dave Grossman’s gross man’s killology seminars. Courthouses spare a young white man credibly accused of rape because he comes from a rich family and a criminal conviction could destroy him, while a homeless black woman has the full force of the LAPD hunting her, all the while denying the existence of the LA Ripper. Cops in riot gear and with an army of dump trucks and bulldozers tear up parks to rid it of squatters and shoot protestors in the face with rubber bullets and tear gas canisters, but turn tail and beat feet fast as fast can be when a rich man’s name is dropped following an OD at a party. LA is America, indeed. Or, as Jake tells his Creepy Crawl subscribers, “LA is America with no place left to run. LA is America with its back against the wall.”
Harper’s staccato writing style confronts you like the wrong end of a Tommy gun as he pushes you through the dark, corrupt underbelly of Los Angeles, giving you an angry and unvarnished look at the true and truly repulsive underbelly of Hollywood‘s fictitious glitz and glamour, like a modern-day James Ellroy. Cops, crooks, stars and starlets — and everyone in between — collide in the intersection of fame, drugs, death, and violence. A murdered rapper in a diner, the prowling citizen journalist, pedophiliac Hollywood studio execs, people too powerful to be held culpable for their crimes against humanity and too rich to fail or jail — A Violent Masterpiece is LA Confidential for the 21st Century, with fact and fiction drawn into a gnarly, headlong collision that spares no survivors. Like Jake tells his online audience, we’re here “in the strange, confronting the real.” That’s what Jake promises; it’s what Harper delivers. And Harper. Well. Jordan Harper is the real deal, man. This one’s not just a violent masterpiece, it’s a searing fucking indictment.
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