This book is basically a con, perpetrated by the author. He smirks and chuckles as people read the cover and become intrigued by the flashy colors and the bold title. He licks his lips as they rush with it to the counter, or click purchase on an online site. He counts his billfold as he guffaws, bemused by the gaff taken at the expense of his 'customer'... or what he would refer to as his "mark".
Buying this book, unless for the small cheap thrills of conning your co-workers into stupid acts of naivete -or the quick satisfaction of 'pulling a fast one' on someone so stupid as to fall for gimmicky bar-room antics- is worthless.
The title seems to imply that you too can be a conman. It's implicit, not guaranteed. There is no entry-level position on the totem of conmen, and there is certainly no book that will provide that gateway. Do as I did and pick it up off your stupid sibling's toilet-reading table and pocket it for free, rather than spend your money on a guy who seems to have fun mocking the very people paying his bills right to their very faces as they thumb through the pages of this waste of effort.
I laugh at the idea that Newsday, and all the others laud this work as being bold, brash, or an homage to the past heyday of grifting, and I smirk along the sidelines with Penn and Teller, who certainly are sure to see this as nothing more than a pleasant and cute grifter at work on a literary scale. If you buy this book you are falling into the trap of the grifter. He makes implicit remarks throughout the book that basically tell you what he is doing. If you want to read the egotistic blatherings of an author who says, "How to get something for nothing" and means it by showing you he is getting something by providing nothing, then spend you money, but you'd be better off investing in a bridge. I hear the Brooklyn Bridge is up for auction...