A few qualifiers before the review: I’m a child of the 60s and like most Boomers understand the holy mantra of our generation—sex, drugs and rock & roll. Unlike Tom Jenkins I never imported or sold drugs. But I do read a lot. And finally, many people believe they have a book in them. Ok, Tom, this was your book and one star means “one and done.”
What was the message here? Was the book a “how to” manual or a “what not to do” treatise? Or a coming of age that only the author came through? While his writing is good, his story gave me a range of emotions throughout. However Jenkins’ cycle of evoked emotions continually repeats itself: engagement, anticipation, anxiety, and boredom. It really doesn’t matter who the characters are on either side of the border, the modes for smuggling, or how things end up in each chapter. They just repeat themselves over and over. Now I know how my relatives and friends felt when I started breathlessly telling them all the time about my training and running, a bug that hit many of us in the 70s. Ok, fine, you went running. Ok fine Tom, you smuggled drugs.
I will point out that there were few sympathetic characters in the story.
The epilogue was in a style of American Grafitti and Animal House: where are they now? It seems like Jenkins was the only one to have come of age during all the chaos and confusion. Truly a sad indictment of his peers. I found it hard to believe border patrols, law enforcement on both sides of the border were that stupid or that corrupt.
If I was part of the target audience, this book missed the target.