I got quite a kick out of this book, written in the patois of the New York City streets CA the 1920's and 30's. Runyon has a field day making up names for his characters. Among the horse players, gangsters, and bookmakers, we meet the likes of Willie the Worrier (who worries about his low bank account and his ever loving wife, but mostly his wife), Harry the Horse, Dave the Dude, NIcely Nicely Jones (who when asked how he's doing always replies "nicely, nicely), and Chesty Charles (so called because he has a "chest like a tub and he walks with it stuck out in front of him... because if he pulls it in his stomach will take its place only farther down, and Charles does not wish his stomach to show in this manner as he likes to think he has a nice shape.") Characters are almost always called by their full names, and the general lack of contractions give this a distinctive style. Modern readers may find cause for offense in that women are always referred to as "judys, or dolls (think "Guys and Dolls", also by Damon Runyon), and that the principal characters are almost exclusively straight, white, and male. If you are lucky enough to have access to old time radio shows, check out Damon Runyon Theater where many of these stories were dramatized, and it is fun, more than somewhat, to hear these characters speak.