Well, full-disclosure notice here: I went into this book being a Tom Pitts fan a priori by virtue of our bands playing shows together in the late 1980's in San Francisco. Short Dogs Grow was a phenomenally-hooky punk/garage/power-pop band that had clever lyrics, and if you can track down a copy of their vinyl record (long-since out of print, I believe, and as far as I know never reissued in digital format), I cannot recommend it strongly enough. I think my favorite song on the album was 'Fresh Clean Water'. Now, all that being said, if this book sucked-ass I would have given it an appropriately lower star-rating, and left it at that, but it did not, in fact, suck. 'Hustle' is a very well-written crime noir novel that takes place along and within the seamier edges and cracks of SF and some north Bay Area environments, and to be fair, the only reason it took me so long to read it was that I was neck deep in a graphic novel series that I was reading (Alan Moore's venerable run on 'Swamp Thing'), and so I alternated between volumes in that series, and then returned to 'Hustle' in-between, to clear my mind of all the fantasy/horror and tune into some real-life horror. 'Hustle' is a story (or a variation of such) that happens every day in big cities like SF, NY, etc., but the themes in this book are carried out daily all across America, Inc., or anywhere there is an easy buck to be made off the allure of drugs or sex (or in this case, both.) While there are many crimes and misdemeanors that take place in this book, the 'big one' never really materializes because of the often crafty and duplicitous nature of these characters, and whether it was merely a botch job on the part of these characters we'll never really know, and that's fine, too. The end of the story, while satisfying, does leave some questions unanswered, as if maybe the author will return to some of these memorable characters at some future point. The writing is crisp and kept me turning pages, but not too scholarly, matching the gritty nature of the story. Tom really gets to the heart of his characters without relying on too much background prose, rather, we feel and see the desperation of who these characters are from how their lives were in brief recollections, and how they are as captured in their present circumstances. I would recommend this book to anyone who really enjoys a darkish tableau of noir crime fiction, and while I've read comparisons to James Elroy and other notable authors who write in this genre, it is pretty clear to me that Tom has his own patter down, like a glass of fresh, clean water. I eagerly await his next novel, 'Knuckleball', which I intend to order as soon as I am done with this review. Every one of us has different measure of what art is and what success is, and I believe Tom's vision of the first will always trump the second (though I hope he sells a zillion copies of his books and takes me out for a drink the next time we run into one another.) I only gave it 4 stars, but it is much closer to a 5-star read. Enjoy.