In this memoir’s foreword the editor mentions he stumbled upon DON’T CALL ME A CROOK by Robert Moore (this edition is a re-issue) by searching for the term “Tramp” at the New York Public library’s database. Tramp is a particularly apt descriptive for Moore, who usually has a roof over his head, but never the same roof for any given period of time. He argues that he isn’t a crook, but upon reading his “reminisces”; one finds he’s as opportunistic a criminal as they come. Moore (probably a pseudonym), an affable Scotsman, launches an international campaign to find a good time while working the least amount as possible. He lives from one adventure to another escapade all the while taking everything he can get and issuing no apologies.
This book is an effective cocktail of social commentary, travel memoir and holy confession. This edition is annotated to easily acclimate the reader to Moore-speak, though many misspellings and word misuses are left in for colloquial charm. It’s also been editorially sequenced into its natural story arc. Though book didn’t make much of a debut in its day, and one can only speculate as to why that was, as it certainly is not for lack of appeal. Moore’s stories range from absolutely ridiculous to deliciously over the top. His style is conversational and his antidotes and the recounts of his capers are always entertaining. Despite his sins, Moore manages to retain his bad boy charisma. His story more above all things--is undeniably cool.
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Sounds interesting and appeals to my interest in the-bad-guys-are-good type movies. Is it any wonder that our world is corrupt?
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