This is the book Elmore Leonard would have written were he not in love with his own ability to create 'grittty & witty' dialogue, only less overreaching and longwinded. Bazell gets into the guts of internal monologue like I've always wished writers would...without the flourish or the, 'Tada, look how clever I am folks' feel that comes across from other writers. The only caveat I have with this piece; much too brief a read.