Ten years ago, a coworker said to me, “Jim, you’re so random!” I took it as a compliment and have worn it since. I requested and received a review copy of this from the publisher through LibraryThing, as the premise intrigued me and I’ve been a fan of Mr. Jillette for a long time. (Met, talked to, shook hands, and got the pictures together in Vegas the night the nut job shot a bunch of people at that concert. Nice gentlemen, he and Teller. Not so the shooter.) It took a little for me to adjust to the style, but when I did…
Wild book. A bit Dashiell Hammett, a bit Spillane, a bit of Henry Miller, Elmore Leonard (that’s self claimed from the jacket), and a lot, of course, of Penn Jillette. He jabs at the stereotypes, the tropes, the cranks. And The Former Guy and his Magats get their Penn treatment: “Of course. Skiff lived in the same stupid building [Trump International] with the same stupid name on it as the other stupid bad guy. Skiff was that kind of Trump/Ruphart guy, except smarter than both of them put together, which is the same as saying smarter than Ruphart.” - priceless! He hits Vegas itself, hell, even Dallas (“Dallas is nothing. It’s just a city with fewer Mormons than SLC.”) Jillette also swings his no bullshit hammer at more than a few crazies. This is hard-boiled, vulgar, and of course, Random. The pace fits the venue - fast, no resting, always something going on. And the Random twist makes it all surreal. There are a ton of staccato phrases that just grabbed me, like on driving through the desert: “High-lonesome fugue-state driving.”
If you are offended or sensitive to some where-did-that-come-from-? vulgarities, take this as a wave off. If not, you’re in for a ride.