Catty and biased, but a fascinating account of how the Connecticut Mashantuckets won tribal status and went on to build one of the world's largest resort casinos. The author stridently beleives that those who brought the tribe forward and claimed reservation land were frauds and liars. This may or may not be true, but his account is so one-sided, and dependent on hearsay, that he loses credibility. He seems to have a personal grudge against Skip Hayward, tribal chief for 23 years, and goes out of his way to malign Hayward and anyone who helped him. While I am not a fan of abusing the system, this modern day "Robin Hood" saga has a good dollop of poetic justice. Hearing how a ragtag band of activists -- with dreams of bringing back a lost tribe and making it prosper -- managed to snooker that system, was almost hilarious. A less slanted account of the saga should be taught in political science classes everywhere, as a demonstration of how politicians carelessly wheel and deal with little respect for truth, justice or law. Since Foxwood pours billions of dollars into Connecticut coffers every year and has revitalized the economic and cultural life of the area, most state residents bear Hayward and Foxwoods no ill will. Benedict obviously does, and uses his poison pen to let us know it.