This book started out interesting and then along about Chapter 11 it became un-put-downable. The story is the non-fiction account of a young girl with wild, itinerant, outlaw parents who wind up in Anchorage, Alaska both because they believed there was opportunity for them and because they'd conceivably run out of road. Mom's schizophrenia gets the better of her after Dad's hustles eventually spiral down to him pimping her out on occasion. Mom gets shipped back to a Michigan insane asylum and after a brief stay in Michigan herself, our narrator/author, Kim Rich, is reunited with her father in Anchorage and her strange life continues. Johnny Rich, Kim's dad runs gambling rooms, prostitutes and any other corner he can cut to make a buck even in his temporarily legit business fronts. Eventually, Johnny Rich makes good as an underworld figure through massage parlors but his arrival at relative success brushes with a set of terminally bad characters that lead the reader through the last 100 pages or so of this tome at breakneck, true crime speed.
Kim Rich is a good writer. Not surprisingly though, this may have taken it all out of her. She sets up this narrative tenderly and informatively, relating great details about how Anchorage was and what it was like to come up there through the '60's and 70's and then BAM! the thing turns into a true crime novel that hits and sickens like a James Elroy piece. Her descriptions of her father, his hustling, bargain-hunting, jailhouse lawyering and his dogs-playing-poker, Cadillac, dark blue topaz cuff link style - are terrific. Her research, interviews and remembrances mesh her scattered jigsaw puzzle of a family together into a cohesive photo. The more I think about this book, the more admirable and unique a piece of work I think it becomes.
I'm reaching back up to the top of this review and changing it from three stars to four.