The Ballad of a Small Player
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‘I waited patiently for the next hand to be played out, and I had a feeling it was going to be a Natural, a perfect nine.’
His name is Lord Doyle.
His plan: to gamble away his last days in the dark and decadent casino halls of Macau.
His game: baccarat punto blanco -- 'that slutty dirty queen of casino card games.'
Though Doyle is not a Lord at all. He is a fake; a corrupt lawyer who has spent a career siphoning money from rich clients. And now he is on the run, determined to send the money – and himself – up in smoke.
So begins a beguiling, elliptical velvet rope of a plot: a sharp suit, yellow kid gloves, another naughty lemonade and an endless loop of small wins and losses. When Lady Luck arrives in the form of Dao-Ming, a beautiful yet enigmatic lost soul, so begins a spectacular and unnatural winning streak in which millions come Doyle’s way. But in these shadowy dens of risk and compulsion, in a land governed by superstition, Doyle knows that when the bets are high, the stakes are even greater.
The Ballad of a Small Player is a sleek, dark-hearted masterpiece: a ghost story set in the land of the living, and a decadent morality tale of a Faustian pact made, not with the devil, but with fortune’s fickle hand.
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The latest from author and journalist Osborne (The Forgiven) is a searing portrait of addiction and despair set in the glittering world of Macau's casinos. "Lord Doyle," as he's known to the other gamblers, is an English lawyer who has embezzled from a client and fled to Asia. Doyle spends his days and nights playing baccarat, which he calls "a game of ecstasy and doom." At the tables he drinks fine wine, handles his cards wearing kid gloves, and slowly but surely loses. Doyle's descriptions of the tables, the players, and the game's siren allure are by turns touching, acid, and depressing. A fellow gamer has eyes that reveal "worlds of private pain." A particularly garish casino inspires Doyle to muse, "There is something in kitsch that reminds you there is more to being alive than being alive." But Doyle's jaundiced eye barely masks his monstrous compulsion; indeed, the novel's energetic portrait of the highs and lows of a gambler's fortunes are as good as anything in the literature of addiction. Just when it seems Doyle's luck may have at last run out, he's rescued by Dao-Ming, a beautiful prostitute, whose genuine concern for him seems to rouse Doyle from his dissipation and downward spiral. But the novel subverts an easy storybook ending and reveals something much bleaker. Osborne's intriguing Chinese milieu and exquisite prose mark this work as a standout.