Thursday, May 30, 2013
Greyhound to Vegas: The Odyssey of Hilda Reynolds Krause
Regrettably, Conn wasn't there as Krause stood alone, facing a handgun looking as big as one of those howitzers he had seen during army service at old Camp Campbell--mainly because it was steadily aimed at the center of his chest, his impeccably tailored silk suit offering no protection whatsoever from the threat imposed by the firearm.
This book was a lovely reminder that lawyers are not writers. As a lawyer who fantasizes about one day being a writer, this book was a cruel reminder that practicing the law has probably ruined me.
I read this book as part of a general attempt to become more familiar with Vegas history. Please ignore the shoddiness of this review; I am approximately 6 books behind and my goal is to catch up quickly.
The passage above reflects how all 200 pages of this book goes. Unnecessary adverbs, non-sequitur clauses, and show-off but irrelevant facts litter the book's narrative. I do not recommend reading this.
This biography follows Hilda Krause, who was brutally murdered in Las Vegas; from her humble beginnings running a restaurant in Kentucky to her more grandiose stature as an investor in Caesar's Palace. She was ultimately the victim of a homicide.
I'll mention one other criticism of this book and leave it at that: the author took a rose-colored approach to everything in Hilda Krause's life. Her husband was an obvious gambling addict, but Dickey tries very hard to convince the reader that, despite this gambling addiction, Hilda's husband wasn't really a gambling addict. The result is that it is difficult to trust the book.
Posted by Randy at 1:31 AM