I took on three new Vegas books this week. So far, one author is ecstatic and one "author" is stomping his feet like a little girl. (See her precious rant in the comments.) That's how it goes when you call a hack a hack. Enjoy. -sf
I hate reading books by local authors I know. If I dislike them, I want to say so and that gets awkward. So I try not to.
Recently, though, two writers insisted: former CityLife scribe Matthew O’Brien and Weekly staffer Rick Lax. And just as I dug into their latests, Stephens Media sent a copy of prolific Vegas biographer Jack Sheehan’s newest. Three is a nice round number to journalists, so I spent the first week of 2011 plowing through them.
Of them, I most dreaded O’Brien’s My Week At the Blue Angel.
Read the rest at LasVegasWeekly.Com
