Riding the Rap (Paperback)
|Author: Elmore Leonard|
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|After exhausting his mom''s gravy train, gambling, debt-ridden Palm Beach playboy Warren "Chip" Ganz decides to take somebody rich hostage--with the help of a Bahamian ex-con, a psycho gardener/enforcer, and the beautiful psychic Reverend Dawn. The trouble is they choose bookmaker Harry Arno--and Harry can scam with the best.|
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Now that his mom's gravy train has derailed, gambling, debt-ridden Palm Beach playboy Warren "Chip" Ganz has decided to take somebody rich hostagewith the help of a Bahamian ex-con, a psycho gardener/enforcer, and the beautiful, if underfed, psychic Reverend Dawn. The trouble is they choose bookmaker Harry Arno as their victim, and Harry can scam with the best. The BIG trouble is ace manhunter U.S. Marshal Raylan Givens is sleeping with Harry's ex-exotic dancer ex-girlfriend, and Joyce wants Harry found. And since nearly everyone has guns, locating and springing the captive bookie most probably can't happen without some measure of lethal difficulty.
"...[T]his kind of graceful writing doesn't come easy, and doesn't come often. 'Riding the Rap' won't shake up your soul, but it will move you down the line with a big smile on your face." - Paul Skanzy 5/14/95 Los Angeles Times Book Review
"[T]here are surprises, unpredictable violence, and characters have consistent points of view, which is to say minds of their own, but you know every minute who is boss of this crime novel and why it has been said he is the best." - Leonard Michaels 05/14/1995 New York Times Book Review
"I first read 'Riding the Rap' in mid-January. In mid-March I read it again. The reviewer curling up with the present participle. Re-reading Elmore Leonard in the morning, and saying it was work. The experience, like the book, was wicked and irresistible. This was post-modern decadence. This was bliss." - Martin Amis 5/14/95