In poker, there's a concept called a "bad beat." That's when you have a great had, say 3 Aces, which will win 99% of the time. And yet, you get beat by a full house of, say, twos and threes, cards which suck individually.
In a nutshell, the story Ben Mezrich tells in STRAIGHT FLUSH, his fictionalized history of the online poker site Absolute Poker is a bad beat.
The story revolves around a handful of Montana fraternity brothers who create an online goldmine, the poker site Absolute Poker. Five years later, they are well on their way to becoming the next online billionaires. Until some radical Christian Republicans sneak an anti-onlne poker addendum into an anti-terrorism bill. Which makes them outlaws overnight.
Unfortunately, I'm no fan of "faction" like this. It takes a deft, masterly hand to pull this off. Truman Capote's IN COLD BLOOD comes to mind. Sad to say, Mezrich falls short here in my opinion.
Too bad since it's a good business tale, the sort of thing this B-School refugee often enjoys. What's more, like poker itself, the frat brother's plight illustrates how large a part luck actually plays in success. For instance, were the bill delayed by a couple months and the planned IPO for Absolute Poker went forward, the frat boys would be billionaires. Instead, one's in prison and the others exiled to islands in the Carribean. It's also supposed to be a cautionary tale about over-regulation, but since Absolute Poker was rife with betting scandals that Mezrich describes but wallpapers over, romanticizing the "valiant" efforts the company made to address them, this tact turns on itself. No doubt, a hard-right Christian congressperson slipping the anti-poker legislation into an anti-terror bill is shadier by a few degrees since it's manipulative: what senator would vote AGAINST protecting Americans from terrorists?
The bottom line, though, is that STRAIGHT FLUSH doesn't work 100% for me. I think it's the novelizing of history and Mezrich's glorification of a twenty-something-with-millions lifestyle seems cheesy, verging on the voyeuristic. As if he wants that life for himself, and is also repelled by it.
Three-stars. Really 2.75 rounded up. A decent if flawed book.