Like the subtitle says, neighbor, “the memoirs of the greatest gambler who ever lived.” Written in a deliberately corn-pone, down-home “Texas” style, this book tells the stories behind Slim’s trials and escapades, his flirtations with danger and his obsession with fleecing suckers. Slim plays the hick, but he’s obviously an athlete and a jack of all trades: pool hustler (beating Minnesota Fats), Ping-Pong hustler, poker champ, runner and rafter – he’s done it all and won bets doing it.
The unifying factor, of course, is that Slim has always figured out an edge: playing with Coke bottles or bringing a football to a basketball free-throw contest (you’d think that the bettors would wise up and stop allowing Slim to bring his own equipment). Some might call this poor gamesmanship to the point of cheating, but then, Slim’s marks often seem to have enjoyed being taken by the master. Approve of his tactics or not, however, you have to agree that Slim has survived by using his brains, getting out of bookmaking when it became a felony for example. Through the memoir, Slim tells his stories in an affable tone, but he keeps his cards close to his chest, and the reader might be left at the end wondering if this is another Slim hustle – we got sold the media-friendly story without any of the really juicy bits, like his run-ins with the IRS or bets Slim’s lost, or a particularly seedy episode in his long career. So in all, a fun read, but possibly not the best look at Slim’s life.