I thought this book was corny when I read it, but in a fun way. In retrospect, the title is hilarious. Dice can’t spell, so how they spell murder is beyond me. This is an almost Hinchcliffe/Holmesian Mad Libs: The X spelled (murder, death, fear, evil). I guess having “murder” in the title sold books, though.
This is another pulp crime/gambling book from the stacks of UNLV Special Collections. The tagline on the cover was irresistible: “The redhead was looking for some action…she got it.” The back cover was even more descriptive:
We work the convention hotels–dentists, plumbers, legionnaires–guys away from home with a buck in their pockets and looking for a little action.
The redhead is the shill. She has more curves than a snake, and when it comes to money she’s as cold as a stone. As for my dice, they’ve all had major operations. Between us, we take the big spenders for all they’re worth, and sometimes a little more.
…And that’s where the trouble usually begins.
How can you pass up a book like that? I started reading, and didn’t regret the decision to pick this one up. So how can you not click through and read the rest of the review?
