As a novel, the Club is something of a sport, although perhaps a few comparisons can be made: a larger than life-sized character (like The Hustler, with big screen possibilities if you dub in more of a story); and some of the reckless, maverick energy of Richard Condon. The club has its venue in Michigan and dominating its questionable gentlemen members is one Vernor Stanton. As his oldest friend says, ""If you played patty-cake with Stanton he would soon be all over you."" Overweeningly high on the hog, Stanton is a brutal, manic millionaire; he also likes ""tension and constant menace"" and will pick up duelling pistols at the drop of a remark. Now he organizes a manhunt for their replacement custodian and it's a bloody business. . . . Welcome to the club? probably many men with a taste for violence. The book has an extra charge of powder to give it a slow burn along with its predatory thrust.