Larry Lavin was a smart and charming guy who came to be a
massive cocaine dealer while attending the University of Pennsylvania. After college he indulged in a hedonistic
lifestyle, full of wild parties and trashed hotel rooms, but his kingpin status
never seemed to interfere with his dental practice. However, good help in the cocaine business
was always hard to find, especially when the employees were dipping into the
product a little too much. Plus, the
ineptitude of Larry’s guys who did not partake is almost unfathomable as is
Larry’s trust in patently untrustworthy characters. His long-suffering wife pleaded with him for
years to get out of the drug business, to no avail. There was always one more reason to stick it
out a little longer. This story is
immersive in a weird way, but the writing is atrocious. I get that this book was written in the
1980s, but “ahold” was not a word then, either.
At times, the breezy writing style is tolerable, but the level of detail
is ridiculous. The author describes what
types of fish were in Larry’s home aquarium and the layout of homes Larry
didn’t even buy. Who cares? And this unnecessary trivia makes me wonder
about the accuracy of other minutiae, such as what Larry was wearing on any
given day. Spare me.
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