PARADISE, NEVADA

A great American novel set in the city of busted dreams.

If you’re seeking a setting for a big, bold, searching American novel, you could do a lot worse than Las Vegas. This sprawling, delightful debut book captures the artificial worlds within worlds in the casinos, the unnavigable streets just outside the strip, the big dreams, and the bad beats. It has a labor dispute, a big explosion, and an immigration saga. Most of all it has four vivid strivers at its core: Ray, a math whiz and online poker stud who loses his confidence and his nerve and tries to take on live, flesh-and-blood competition; Mary Ann, a model-turned–cocktail waitress who finds herself involved in a covert sabotage scheme against the house; Tom, who, like the author, comes from Rome and who finds himself enjoying what seems like a long spot of good luck; and Lindsay, a Latter-day Saint journalist with literary ambitions. Each character brings his or her own supporting players, many of whom aren’t what they seem. The central quartet is constantly in each other’s periphery, pushing the plot toward ever more dangerous places. The author, who spent several years as a professional poker player (both online and live), knows these people and their habitats, and he brings them to life in colorful, page-turning detail; even if you’ve been to Vegas, he makes you feel as if you’re seeing it with fresh eyes. Even when he gets a little too cute—for instance, footnoting Ray’s inside-poker jargon—there’s something around the corner to make it all worthwhile. This is a tremendously funny book, but it earns its laughs through human frailty. It makes fun of the powerful and the ridiculous, but even then there’s nothing easy. Everyone here is haphazardly seeking something better and different within themselves, and they look to find it in this virtual microcosm of America.

An intimate epic set in a virtual but deeply human world.