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Billy Phelan's Greatest Game (The Albany Cycle #2)

William Kennedy

Paperback | Pages: 288 pages

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Title	:	Billy Phelan's Greatest Game (The Albany Cycle #2)
Author	:	William Kennedy
Book Format	:	Paperback
Book Edition	:	Anniversary Edition
Pages	:	Pages: 288 pages
Published	:	January 27th 1983 by Penguin Books (first published 1978)
Categories	:	Fiction. Historical. Historical Fiction. Literature. Literary Fiction. Novels

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The second novel in William Kennedy’s much-loved Albany cycle depicts Billy Phelan, a slightly tarnished poker player, pool hustler, and small-time bookie.  A resourceful man full of Irish pluck, Billy works the fringes of the Albany sporting life with his own particular style and private code of honor, until he finds himself in the dangerous position of potential go-between in the kidnapping of a political boss’s son.

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Original Title:	Billy Phelan's Greatest Game
ISBN:	0140063404 (ISBN13: 9780140063400)
Edition Language:	English
Series:	The Albany Cycle #2

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This is a tough call. The more I read, the less I liked this book -- a phenomenon that rarely happens. Because it is a short book and has a dynamic plot, I was happy to read to its conclusion, but I found myself liking the characters and the book less and less as I turned the page.Also, I found it to be less and less believable as I moved more deeply into it. Again, this is not what I expected, given that it's a gritty, true-to-life type of book that, theoretically, would draw you into its town,

This is a lovely little novel of Depression-era Irish Albany. Accidentally, I read it after Ironwood, the final volume in Kennedy's trilogy; the second about the son, the third about the father. Ironwood is more centered and visual and so the better, albeit by a small amount. The color here is rich, the characters deep, the dialogue sharp, if but collectively sometimes cliched. But the only negative issue here is the fractured storyline, divided evenly between the principled hustler Billy Phelan

Starting tonight. I assume Billy is Francis' son???And he is indeed Francis' son and this book is happening at the same time as Ironweed - I think. Looks like I'm reading the Albany triology in reverse order. Not intentional... This book continues the sort of spirit-thing present in Ironweed. Kind of interesting. The lingo is a bit more peppy due to the social milieu being different from Ironweed. These folks may drink plenty but they're a functional bunch of wise guys, politicians, gamblers

Iron weed is a better book. This book is meant to be lighter and funnier, but it just ends of being self indulgent. Parts of it are completely ridiculous, and not in a good way.

I really enjoyed Billy Phelan's Greatest Game as my favorite of the first three Albany books from William Kennedy. We follow ne'er-do-well Billy Phelan, broke gambler, roller of 299 in bowling (pesky 4-pin), and erstwhile malgré lui helper of the cops in a kidnapping case. The story is fast-moving with lively characters and a pleasure to read.This book moves at a slightly faster pace, in albeit a shorter timespace, than Legs or Ironweed. Billy is a fun character, you want him to win, despite all

A significant improvement over the first in the trio, "Billy Phelan's Greatest Game" showcases William Kennedy's developing knack for poignancy in the mundane. The stereotypical exciting plot points take a backseat to the every day trappings of the main characters, who seem somehow less concerned with the underlying danger of their shady dealings and more with the minutia of living. Oddly refreshing, and leaves you with a sense that everyone is hustling for the same thing when stripped down to

I've always been impressed by the ease with which William Kennedy's prose moves from persuasively colloquial and naturalistic dialogue to poetic cadence. His ear for period argot is pitch-perfect, but the narrative frame belongs to a completely different--although complimentary--register. Kennedy's voice openly comments on character, moment, and action, conveying an ironic affection for spiritual outlaws: gamblers, gangsters, drunks, derelicts, and corrupt politicians. His attitude toward the