There's really no reason to read this book unless you have a very (pari) mutual attraction for the track. Mr. Toperoff has been addicted ever since his Brooklyn boyhood with a shabby routine he tried to escape by becoming ""insanely competitive."" At thirteen he was cleaning stables and hardly attuned to the finer points of thoroughbreds but by fifteen he considered himself a respectable handicapper (unfortunately the boards didn't always see it that way). This then recounts his win/loss record and the assortment of hipsters, tipsters and Runyonesque characters he's met along the way like merry Mulligan, his inspired mentor; Gus Longshot who acquired his nickname the hard way; Joe Bananas (not the Bananas) who for a time owned the world's worst starter and Sophie who won $600.000 on her one and only bet. Take it from this tipster--a very minor entry.