As a book reviewer, I get the chance to read lots of books, including those I wouldn't ordinarily think to pull off the shelf. Take, for example, Gods of Mischief: My Undercover Vendetta to Take Down the Vagos Outlaw Motorcycle Gang by George Rowe.
From the first pages, Gods of Mischief captures a fascinating tale-of bad boy turned good, of redemption and hope amid the mess of the human condition. It's for that reason I agreed to read and review this memoir. And I have to say, if I wanted an education, I got one. I learned a thing or two about the underbelly of American society and motorcycle gangs. In writing his memoir, George Rowe pulls no punches.
The writing itself is admirable. Given his background, I'd wager it a safe bet to assume Rowe got himself a ghostwriter, and he found a good one. This is as well-crafted a memoir as any I've read. The narrative is cohesive and compelling, the movement back and forth through time logical and well-structured. No complaints there.
But I'll say this bluntly: Gods of Mischief is not a book for everyone. I'm not even sure it's for most. But if you're willing to grit your teeth through the excessively foul language, you just might find something to like.
Thanks to Touchstone Publishers for sending me a copy to review. All opinions are my own.