Finished 'Based on a True Story' by Anthony Holden today, which has been keeping me going for a good few days now, especially with the lack of flights. I didn't know a whole lot about him, other than having read 'Big Deal' many years ago, and a fine book that was too, read during impressionable years when playing cards for money seemed just impossibly exotic. The fact that J and I enjoyed sitting down to play together in Vegas - albeit blackjack - was an absolute joy. Mind you, we passed up on the potential to buy in relatively cheaply to a poker tournament, partly out of nervousness and fear of being made to look like chumps, and partly because compared to the blackjack tables, it all looked extremely serious and dull.
Anyway, back to Mr Holden - what a varied and interesting life he's led, getting to know all sorts of people along the way. I may have to seek out one or two of his other books (although a re-read of Big Deal must surely be quite high on the list). Unusually for me I actually borrowed a Libby book that I don't own. Will have to remedy that some day.