Not as advertised.
Anyone expecting a biography of Canadian bankrobber Red Ryan, as suggested by the title of this book, will be deeply disappointed.
This wandering spongy mess touches on journalism, the nature of truth, other bank robbers of the early 20th century, Ernest Hemingway, the difficulty writing non-fiction, Canadian politics, various digressions and skits, whimsical detours, etc etc. This is how the author himself describes his progress (start of chapter 9):
"The deeper I get into this project, the less it resembles a book. Reading it over, it seems to me more like an extended series of riffs. It's almost as if I've been jotting down the footnotes to a written life without actually writing the life itself."
Couldn't have put it better myself. Except perhaps the start of chapter 17, with this promising line: "Let me tell you about my central failure in this book. There are many, but this one is key." The author goes on to explain, in his wandering spongy jokey fashion, how he was unable to imagine the inner life of his subject; I would suggest the true failure in chapter 17 is that it is unreadable.
Not what I was expecting, and not a rewarding read.