Poker Nation: A High-Stakes, Low-Life Adventure Into the Heart of a Gambling Country
Poker Nation: A High-Stakes, Low-Life Adventure into the Heart of a Gambling Country
The compulsive characters; the cool ping of the argot — tells and tilts, flops and folds; the glam grimness of the atmosphere; the built-in tension of chance: Smart money says you can count on the poker table, and the minds it attracts, for a seductive story.
In the case of Andy Bellin’s Poker Nation: A High-Stakes, Low-Life Adventure Into the Heart of a Gambling Country — the memoir of a onetime Paris Review editor and longtime ”degenerate gambler” — the juiced-up vibe of the game has transformed the very prose. The reader must suffer Bellin’s get it?s and but heys, his guy’s-guy quips, and his slumming grammar. But what ”Poker Nation” lacks in elegance it makes up for in low-end snazziness. Bellin’s prose shimmers — it just does so in the manner of a red satin tracksuit.
Bellin, though a superb player, is unworthy of the ultra-high-stakes poker clan. He wistfully surmises that ”there are about 135,000 people shuffling cards at this very moment who are better than me.” A player since age 8, when he would ante up mini-marshmallows with his mother, Bellin entered the poker life in earnest after being forced to quit an astrophysics masters program. As he recounts in his typical tone — louche posturing somehow inseparable from humble candor — ”I used to play poker because I had a tough time holding down a real job and I wanted to have something to do during the day and maybe make a little money.” He guesses he’s lost about 200,000 hands.
Leading us through New York card clubs and lost Vegas weekends, ”Poker Nation” is, on one level, a how-to guide; it offers tips on bluffing, facts on probability theory, and sleazy dish on the techniques of card cheats. On another level, it is a cautionary tale, portraying such addicts as the famed Crazy Rich, whose arc took him from Wall Street to an Atlantic City pawnshop and then on the lam. But, most compellingly, ”Poker Nation” is a first-person case study of a talented, masochistic, monomaniacal freak.
Bellin writes that at the end of a hand, waiting to see his opponents’ cards, he is often filled by ”a loathing for everything that I’ve done in my life that led me to that moment of waiting.” He describes the feeling of realizing that his cards aren’t as strong as he thought they were as a ”wave of nausea” crashing on top of his head and reports that the sensation ”is honestly charging me up.” He doesn’t want your pity. What he wants is to play the next hand.