I'm another one who found this book in a bookstore at the Las Vegas McCarron Airport. The book's thesis statement is that Steve Wynn, despite the squeaky clean image legally required by Nevada gaming officials, keeps some shady company and might even indulge in some base activities. Well, duh.
Vegas isn't Plymouth Colony. The town was founded/invented by mobster Bugsy Siegel. Plus, I'm writing this review in the shadow/context of the separation of Arnold Schwarzenegger and Maria Shriver. Over the years (decades!), we've seen a lot of powerful men with big egos and demanding, uh, appetites. I'm not excusin,' but that kind of shenanigans might go with the territory? Maybe what some of us ladies call "Testosterone Toxicity?"
All that said, the behind-the-scenes, warts-and-all story made for a fun read. The book is really investigative journalism, so there's a reliance upon documentation in the text and in endnotes so the book feels more like a paper-bound case file.
I have to admit that, after having seen the casino's Wynn has dreamed up (The Wynn, The Bellagio), I was thirsting for a book about his creative process, how he makes his decisions. How he chooses who he hires - and I suspect it's less about his alleged associations and more about his imagination. Because his physical vision is slipping from retinitis pigmentosa. Yes, the man admired for his vision is going blind.
So, if you're interested in Las Vegas history, alleged mob history, entertainment history, this is a good book to seek out.