This is a fun, crazy read that provides a look at a New Orleans that is no more, the high tide of the mafia. Much of how one enjoys this book depends on Brouillette. He is good at weaving a yarn, but some will be turned away by his informal tone, con man credentials, and exaggerations. Of the later, one might conclude he is lying, but much of what he says corroborates my own research and he is very self-deprecating. As a memoir, this one is certainly no less believable than the schlock powerful people churn out to defend their reputations, whether that be Heinz Guderian or Bill Clinton. Since the New Orleans mafia is little understood, this is among the few primary sources we have.
Oddly, for a book about sex, drugs, and the mafia, there is a moral of sorts here. We are all doing time, and it is up to us whether it is easy time or hard time. I will take that to heart and recommend this book to anyone interested in New Orleans in the 1950s and 1960s.