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Warren Ellis
October 18, 2026 • Estimated Reading Time: 5 minutes

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Hello from out here on the Thames Delta.

I am pretending it’s autumn. It’s not. It’s been 21 C all bloody week. Nonetheless I am making pear and apple juice, eating high protein overnight oats for breakfast and adding spices to my espresso. Out to a gig on Saturday night and another one next week - there are two in London that I really wanted to go to, but I just can’t fit them in. It’s all about time management between now and the end of the year, while also ensuring I can slow down enough to read and drink mead in the evenings like a proper man of the Danelaw. I got a stack of magazines from MagCulture on Monday, which are full of new thoughts and inspiration. Stark contrast to my RSS feed, where all the websites I used to enjoy reading have been rotted out by the usual suspects. 

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OPERATIONS

Graphic novella GHOST DRIVE STATION by myself and Lordess Foudre is out on November 18.

The order code/UPC is: 70985304934000111. If you want a copy, drop a note to your local comics shop, or stop in there, and give them that code. Nobody orders for the shelf any more, so if you want to be sure of getting a copy, tell your store.

THE PLANETARY COMPENDIUM is now out, from DC Comics, and there’s at least one other major reprint project in the works from them that I’m writing a large essay for right now.

OCEAN is being reissued from Image Comics on November 24. My copies arrived this week:

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ORBITAL

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OPS

RED SHEET

He was en route to Kwan’s. He wanted to drop in and buck up Bill Parker. The Chief gets a space-age blood transfusion today. Med students extract his putrefied blood. Hormone-laced blood supplants it. Witch doctors inject stimulant herbs. The Chief gets reborn.

RED SHEET is part of a new series by James Ellroy. I haven’t read the previous books in the series. I actually stopped reading him after BLOOD’S A ROVER, the end of his previous series, which was incoherent gibberish.

The Ellroy who wrote AMERICAN TABLOID is gone. Okay? He’s not going to write a book like that again.

The Ellroy who recovered from the thing that was BLOOD’S A ROVER is something different. It’s mid-20th Century crime fiction as science fiction. It’s a parallel world where Fred Otash, real-life ex-cop, private detective and Hollywood fixer, is reimagined as an endlessly corrupt drug-fueled super-detective powered by an eidetic memory technique called Man Camera taught to him by an insane genius Nazi. It is fucking demented.

I tapped Drawer #4. It contained twelve pharmacy vials marked “Desbutal.” Ooooh—I’d heard of it. The rumored ingredients enticed me: pharmaceutical meth/Nembutal/space-age sedatives. A speedball jolt in pill form. I unscrewed a vial and popped two Desbutal. Test-pilot Freddy. Dope-alchemist Freddy. Biphetamines in my bloodstream, Desbutal en route. I punched my ticket for Trans-Dope Airlines.

Richard Nixon and his crew show up, as do Bobby Kennedy and Hugh Hefner and various other real people who appear in twisted alternate-world form. What is supposed to be a probe into American Communists in the wake of the Cuban Missile Crisis turns into a high-energy tool around a surreal early-60s LA that almost evokes Pynchon here and there. It is incredibly complex, massively propulsive, utterly ridiculous and an unputdownable absolute riot.

Eugenic comic books. I skimmed one and yukked. They were Nazi-issue, circa ’36. Stud-like blond boys and nubile fräuleins. They landed their spaceship in the Nuremberg Stadium. Der Führer greeted them. Plus: More beaver pix of Joan Staley. Plus: A softbound textbook. The title: Indoctrination for the Children of Party-Marriage Parents: A Red-Diaper Primer. Plus: Softbound Textbook #2: The Racial Division of Eminent Domain: An Immodest White Man’s Proposal. Plus: The three monographs that Joe Shell just had to have: JFK as Pathological Satyr and Closet Fag. Forced Housing Assaults and Their Negative Impact on Racially Restricting Covenants for the Public Good. Polyamory: Party Marriage and Its Lustful Message for the Afraid-to-Swing World. I roared, I howled, I almost pissed my pants.

And yet still James Ellroy:

I said, “Have you ever had a hotfoot, Reggie?” Reggie laughed. His sidemen laughed. They went say what? in sync. I poured the bottle of scotch on his shoes. I flicked my lighter and dropped it on his feet. His shoes and socks immolated. His trouser cuffs torched. He screeched. I smelled scorched flesh. He flailed for a water glass. I tossed it out of reach. His trumpet man snatched at a belt piece. I caught his hand and pinned it flat to the table. I grabbed a steak knife and stabbed through flesh and tabletop. The blade severed bones and went in half hilt deep.

Some people will complain about how often Ellroy has people sit down and explain what the hell is going on. Trust me. You’ll thank him for it. And it just adds to the fun.

I’m serious: this might be the most fun speculative fiction novel you read all year. It bears no relationship to reality and it’s fucked in the head. Go with it.

RED SHEET, James Ellroy (UK) (US)

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