"He just couldn't believe, of all things, that He would be getting blackmailed by a punk ass bitch..."
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The Black Mail of Cash Money by Ike Diamond Trafford Publishing
book review by Laura Roberts
If this book were a movie, it would definitely be a porno. Women are used and tossed aside, and none of the characters have any substance differentiating them from the "bitches" and "hoes" the narrator deals with on a daily basis. Ostensibly a bail bondsman, Cash Money reads more like a world-class player from the inner city streets. He rolls joints, drinks scotch and forties, and employs hot chicks as bounty hunters. No wonder he's in trouble when one of his co-workers tries to play him for a fool, blackmailing him with video taped in his own office. What's a brother to do?
Reform his cheating ways? Finally get right with the Lord? Apologize or con his way out of the whole thing? Cash Money does none of the above. Let that be a lesson to those who say everything has been seen and done.
Despite Diamond's bold move to allow Cash to keep on doing the very things that have brought him grief, neither growing nor changing as a character, the story suffers from style issues, including an almost total lack of punctuation. Even an ebonics specialist would be hard-pressed to explain some of the book's usage ("fince" is a repeat offender whose meaning has yet to be deciphered). Though the vernacular is accessible enough for urban readers, the book's peculiar lack of dialogue tags can make it difficult to discern which character is speaking. Recommended for those who prefer ghetto stereotypes.