There is not a simple way to sum up this book. It presents a unique narrative but it's hard to follow. The author defines his own moral code but mostly rationalizes personal and legal bad behavior. He pities those dependent on drugs, but he himself has a voracious appetite for alcohol and weed. He references books and literature as some sort of erudite scholar, yet he includes some of the crudest sexual language and carries on like a 15 year old in a whorehouse most of the book.
When I finished the story, I was reminded of the famous book, "Pimp" by Iceberg Slim. That book was also a mostly honest memoir of a life of crime, but was written from the perspective of repentance and a message (maybe insincere) that "crime doesn't pay."
This book is written without any kind of remorse, and serves mostly as an exhaustive recounting of a guy who was trying to live like James Bond as he plays a game all over the world moving goods, money, and people around. He has so little self-awareness of how many people are collateral damage, especially his family and friends. Yes the shipment goes through but leaves in its wake dead bodies and dozens in prison.
I could have done without some of the poetic language in there, and could have done with a greater understanding of his perambulations. "Then I decided to go to Boston." Wait what?
This book is not only about a narcissistic criminal, it's also written in that very style. "I could explain all my comings and goings but you probably wouldn't understand."
In the end, Stratton's hatred of losing leads to a mistake that gets him arrested. By then you'll welcome the relief of many harrowing close calls. "Keep the protagonist in trouble" they tell you when you want to write a narrative. There's enough trouble here for two books, maybe even three.
Still, this is a worthwhile project. I can't believe it was never made into a movie. You could get great visuals with the airplanes, girls, and disguises.