Allison Leotta author of Law of Attraction
Recap: A pretty young woman auditions for a spot in a singing reality TV show. The producer not only subjects her to the traditional casting couch, but spikes her drink with quaaludes before he rapes her and leaves her unconscious on a park bench, where a passing pervert sexually assaults her shearling coat. When SVU starts to investigate, the detectives walk in on the producer in the process of sexually assaulting yet another woozy woman. But the first woman doesn’t remember the assault, and the second woman doesn’t want to press charges – it might hurt her chances in the music industry. Nevertheless, our good SVU detectives gather enough evidence to arrest the sleazy producer and keep him at Rikers.
The producer’s redheaded son then freaks out and holds his own girlfriend and her daughter hostage. Red will only speak to Olivia. In the process, Red panics and shoots his girlfriend in the leg. But Olivia eventually talks him down, and he lets the hostages go. Olivia walks out of the building under the admiring gaze of DA Harry Connick Jr.
Verdict: B+
George Pelecanos is an author at the top of his game. When he’s not writing bestselling crime novels, he’s creating some of America’s finest TV dramas: shows like “The Wire” and “Treme.” Stephen King called him “perhaps America’s greatest living crime writer”; Esquire anointed him “the poet laureate of D.C. crime fiction”; Dennis Lehane said, “The guy’s a national treasure.” In short, George Pelecanos is a literary rock star. So how can a new writer capture a little bit of that magic?
George’s answer surprised me.
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I recently sat down with him for lunch, and that question was at the top of my mind. My debut legal thriller, “Law of Attraction,” got positive reviews and some nice buzz – but no one’s calling me “a national treasure.” I’ve read George’s earliest books, written before he was nationally treasured himself. They showcase considerable raw talent, but they’re unrefined and inconsistent. Like the evolution of cell phone technology, George’s writing has developed from an interesting conversation piece to a body of work so smart and sophisticated, it makes you shake your head with wonder. I wanted to know: how do I make that happen to my own writing? Will I need a more apps and better ringtones, or just some writing seminars?
None of the above, George answered. To be a good writer, be a good person.
That’s not exactly what he said – more on the specifics below – but that’s what it boiled down to.
It wasn’t the advice I expected from this author. If you’ve read his novels, you know George Pelecanos creates worlds that are dark, testosterone charged, and dangerous. “King Suckerman” opens with a disgruntled employee using a shotgun to blow a hole through his boss. In “The Sweet Forever,” one man proves his love for another by brutally murdering a rival. “Drama City” features a female probation officer who’s straight-laced by day and driven to risky one-night stands by night. George’s novels are full of violence and retribution, the grimmest side of humanity, and plenty of sex, drugs, and rock’n’roll.
But his advice on how to create these worlds is akin to what a thoughtful father might advise his daughter on the larger question of how to live her life. The melding of these dark worlds with more wholesome introspection may be what makes his novels so finely textured and morally complex.
Here’s George Pelecanos’ advice for becoming a great writer:
SVU is running two more encore episodes tonight. Click here for my takes on Double Strands and Blood Brothers. Looking forward to a new episode next week!
Tonight was an SVU “Special Double Episode Encore,” which turns out to be … two reruns. Click these links for my take on “Personal Fouls” and “Spiraling Down.” One interesting thing to note is that “Personal Fouls” — an episode about a basketball coach who sexually abuses the underprivileged boys who sign up for his charity — aired before the Joe Paterno/Jerry Sandusky scandal broke. Don’t know how the SVU writers managed that one.
In personal news, my publisher has proposed two possible covers for my next book, “Discretion.” The plot revolves around a political sex scandal that ensues after a high-priced escort is thrown from a balcony of the U.S. Capitol. The book is coming out in July, but meanwhile, there’s been lots of debate about which cover to use. What do you think? If you have a moment, I’d love to hear your thoughts!
Recap: The billionaire CEO of a private military security company (I didn’t catch its name – let’s call it SmackWater) is drugged, kidnapped, sodomized, and left alive but half-naked and bound in a park. The initial suspects are some scruffy Occupy Wall Street protestors, but our detectives soon track the crime to a clean-cut man whose military daughter was gang-raped by four SmackWater employees while she was working in Iraq. The daughter went to a party and was drugged and gang-raped so brutally she can no longer have children. After the rape, the company locked her in an interrogation room for 72 hours, before one kindly guard finally allowed her to call Dad. The U.S. government won’t do anything about the crime because “this company’s got a lot of juice in Washington.” Dad admits he sodomized the CEO with a baton in order to exact his own vigilante justice.
Cpt. Cragen tells the detectives not to go investigating a gang rape that took place outside their jurisdiction, but come on, Olivia’s not going to let that go! With the help of Harry Connick, Jr. (looking dapper as a DA), our detectives hone in on SmackWater. They talk to the army doctor who performed the sex kit on the woman in Iraq. At first, the doc says she witnessed the after-effects of a brutal rape. But when she’s called to the Grand Jury, she does a 180 and claims she doesn’t remember that particular case at all.
The SmackWater CEO is clearly behind this change of heart. He shows up at the police station in a tux and threatens Harry in front of three police officer. “Is this the battle you want?” the CEO snarls. “Because war is my business. And business is good.” (Hm. With all the legal advice this CEO was getting from his voluptuous lawyer, I’m surprised she didn’t tell him, “If you’re going to threaten a DA, do it outside the presence of the NYPD.”)
Immediately thereafter, Dad is shanked in prison, the kindly guard is killed with vodka, Olivia’s apartment is ransacked, and the daughter is brutally attacked in her workplace.
The war is on.
Recap: Tonight’s episode was like an acid-trip combination of the movie “Eyes Wide Shut” and that episode of 30 Rock where Liz gets mad because her boyfriend is so good-looking that he gets better treatment than everyone else. Our SVU writers must’ve made a New Year’s resolution that in 2012 they’d tread as close as possible to the line of network-TV sexual-content tolerance without actually crossing into an “R” rating. Even Ice-T’s wife, Coco, was surprised by what they had her wear in her sexy cameo. (According to The Huffington Post, Coco said ‘Wait, hold up! NBC is OK with this?’”) There were some seriously eye-popping scenes, and some nicely artistic renderings; no one can complain that the show wasn’t intriguing. But the plot was so far-fetched, the lacy lingerie so pervasive, the goat masks so perfectly burnished (goats again!), that this was more like a fraternity fantasy of what a sexual assault case looks like than an actual case.
We open in a kinky interactive theater that’s performing a show about Dante’s nine circles of hell. In dimly lit rooms, black-clad theater-goers are handed golden masks of animal faces and told “No one here knows you. No one will judge you.” The eerie masked audience stands solemnly before a raised dias. The way the stage is set up, you’re just waiting for the animal sacrifice or ritual sex to begin. And so it does. During a scene about infidelity, two masked members of the audience step forward, hold down the beautiful and barely-clad young actress, and violently rape her. The audience thinks it’s part of the show. But it’s real, and the young woman is devastated.
Here’s where the real craziness begins. Because it turns out that this young actress, Megan, has been targeted, stalked, assaulted, or set up by – count ‘em – four separate perverts in the last few weeks. There’s the horny director using professional leverage to pressure her to have sex with him. There’s the creepy cyber-geek stalker guy who’s wired her house with motion-detector cameras to videotape her while she’s in the shower. And there’s the judge who met her on SugarBabies.com, a sleazy matchmaking site where young women emulating Victoria’s Secret models find rich older men who want to trade cash for sex. The judge is the one who raped Megan on stage.
But this is SVU; we’re not done yet. The judge produces emails showing that Megan instructed him to rape her on stage — she wrote that it was her fantasy. The judge didn’t mean to rape anyone, he was just role playing. Is it possible there was actually no crime? Was this just a setup by Megan to get publicity? Through good detective work and the magic of Gilbert Gottfried’s hilarious police tech character, our detectives find that Megan didn’t send those emails. That was done by Megan’s dumpy, small-town, best-friend roommate who moved to the Big Apple with Megan a few months ago to seek fame and fortune on the stage along with her. (Was it just me, or did you know Plain Jane was the perp from the moment she thoughtfully handed Megan that frappucino?)
Plain Jane was pissed because Megan was getting all the good roles. Jane was the better actress. Hell, Jane even slept with the director and Megan didn’t, but Megan still scored the lead in “Nine Circles.” Jane was tired of watching how easy everything was for Megan, how generously everyone treated her because of her pretty face. So Jane joined SugarBabies.com, met the judge and learned his dirty little secrets, and somehow orchestrated the whole thing so that her best friend would be publicly raped while on stage. Oh, and this brilliant criminal mastermind also confessed the entire setup to the two detectives who casually mentioned that she must have been bummed that she didn’t get the role.
Verdict: C+





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