I read this to fulfill the “true crime” requirement of my current reading challenge (I did a search for non-violent true crime). The voice used to write this book makes Frank Abagnale sound more like a guy who playing the character of a criminal than an actual criminal, especially in the beginning. He uses a lot of anachronistic language that’s perhaps meant to give him some authenticity, like, “New York has more beautiful chicks than a poultry farm.” He was a teenage con-artist in the ’60s, not a 20’s mobster.
There were times when I appreciated the audacity of his crimes, but that was about it. The book offers very little reflection and no explanation for his criminal behavior other than a strong desire to wine and dine women. Unless he has an flat-out sex addiction, the logic doesn’t really follow.
In the end, I wondered whether or not I was part of his largest con yet–to make a bundle off of his reputation.