• DigitalDruid@lemmy.sdf.org
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      2 months ago

      i bought that book because people recommend it online and it’s incomprehensible trash. bunch of poorly written braggadocio mixed with boring boring boring shit.

      I love to read but that book was a waste of time and money.

      it’s on Annas Archive go try to read a few pages yourself if you don’t believe me

      • Muad'Dibber@lemmygrad.ml
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        2 months ago

        What are you talking about, are you sure we’re talking about the same book? There is zero bragging, he isn’t even part of that story until the last hundred pages or so.

        • DigitalDruid@lemmy.sdf.org
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          2 months ago

          yes i’m 100% sure there’s a very popular meme that’s been on reddit since 2010 about the book and I got curious and picked up a used copy on amazon 10 years ago. I don’t recall if made it to Gary’s bit of the book at all, i threw it out after a few chapters. It’s trash.

          edit: i just downloaded it from annas to make 100% sure and god, the prologue is about Gary so maybe you remember it about as well as I do. It was exactly as shlocky as I recalled.

          here’s an excerpt from the prologue, it’s all like this. And on god, the bad parts are probably all 100% true and worse the CIA are another level of evil but this book is just bad, Web is not a trustworthy narrator:

          “I had no idea what my tipster looked like, so I scanned the faces in the courtroom, trying to pick out a woman who could be a drug kingpin’s girlfriend. She found me first.

          “You must be Gary,” said a voice behind me.

          I turned, and for an instant all I saw was cleavage and jewelry. She looked to be in her mid-twenties. Dark hair. Bright red lipstick. Long legs. Short skirt. Dressed to accentuate her positive attributes. I could barely speak.

          “You’re. . .?”

          She tossed her hair and smiled. “Pleased to meet you.” She stuck out a hand with a giant diamond on it, and I shook it weakly.

          We sat down in the row of seats behind the prosecutors’ table, and I glanced at her again. That boyfriend of hers must be going nuts.

          Excerpt From Dark Alliance: The CIA, the Contras, and the Crack Cocaine Explosion Webb, Gary This material may be protected by copyright.