Mississippi Hustler is a lurid tour de force! Jeff, our hero, falls prey to the very plot device that made pulp action adventures so intoxicating- if the narrative slows or the plot stalls out pile the grief on the protagonist and Rod Bellamy never stops piling on the grief. If you think the character's had enough- the answer is to pile on even more grief. If the hero needs a breath of fresh air, a respite - that just means it is time to pile on some more grief. Mississippi Hustler is filled with chapter after chapter of unrelenting cum filled sex and nearly torturous hardship after hardship. What keeps our hero sane, other than the brief vacation provided by leaving New Orleans for Hawaii, when almost anyone else would have succumbed to some sort of queer marriage of the Stockholm Syndrome and Post-Traumatic-Stress-Disorder is his joyfully, plucky attitude of optimism that maintains a belief that things are going to start turning around any moment now. And when things do (eventually) start turning around for our youthful hero, danger (and still more grief) lies just under the surface. The era of pulp fiction played with exploitation and cliche as a fast track to making a quick buck, the novel plays fast and loose with the conventions but never strays too far afield from the roots from which it sprung - making this book enormously enjoyable. Mississippi Hustler proves that one-handed reading has a new authority and his name is Rod Bellamy!