I just finished this book last week. Like a couple of readers I wasn't initially that drawn to the concept, not being a big fan of gambling, or the whole Las Vegas scene in general which I've always found incredibly naff. Powers, though, is the sort of writer who can make you see things in a different way, and he does so here. Seen through his transforming lenses, the smoky underworld of the professional poker circuit becomes a sinister and darkly magical thing, a place where more than just money is won and lost. Gangsters become kings, gambling becomes religion, and the casinos themselves become vast, neon-lit temples to nameless gods of chance.
I won't deny that this book was great fun. Powers convincingly weaves a number of disparate strands together into a strange brew that's part occult thriller, part horror, part secret history (Bugsy Siegel plays quite a pivotal role in the tale). Unlike The Anubis Gates and The Drawing of the Dark Powers's writing here has a tense, biting edge to it that only rarely veers into the pulpy. The book is filled with interesting and well-rounded characters. There's a wonderful camaraderie between the three male leads who early on in the book engage on a sort of middle-aged roadtrip that I found genuinely exhilirating to read. Peripheral characters are no less intersting, though rather more strange: a body swapping old lady, a grotesquely fat and tattoed hitman with an insatiable appetite for inedible foods, a crazy failed-poker genius who spends his life living in boxes scattered around the Nevada Desert, etc.
The book is perhaps a shade too long; I found my interest waning about a hundred pages before the end, and there is a little too much of what felt like aimless wandering once events reach Vegas. Still a very worthwhile read, and currently my favorite Powers novel.