I first was introduced to Jon Roberts from the documentary "The Cocaine Cowboys". In the documentary he was articulate, intelligent, and insightful. In this book he was no different with the exception that, unlike the documentary, in this book he shows an evil side of him which he took great care to hide from the previous encounter.I have no issue reading/hearing stories from the underworld or the battlefield but Jon was simply so unrepentant, graphic, and I couldn't help but think: proud, of his ultra-violent past, that for me at least, it took away from any narrative he was trying to string together. Jon comes off as a deeply conflicted, yet very distributed person. I think the thing that finally put me off the most from Jon was, he seems intelligent, and aware enough of what he was doing, to know the consequences of his actions, to the people he was harming but he still chose to embrace evil. I suppose that may have been the point of the book.Listing to this book was a big downer for me, and I was left simply disgusted with Jon Roberts. Any of the allure, glamour, and flash of the 80's cocaine cowboys is simply gone from me.
Evan Wright is a great author and journalist. I will always read anything written by him. Jon Roberts is now dead, so I guess I don't have an issue here.
I felt it was an adequate performance. Roberts writing is not very good though, so at times the performance felt amateurish, but this was no fault of the narration.
It exercised any semblance of glam I had for the crime word, and despite the fact that I felt this book was a negative, Evan Wright's occasional insights and publishing skill made it at least palatable enough for me to finish.
I'm hoping Evan Wight's next work will be better. But I am sure it will be.
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