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The Piranhas

Name: The Piranhas
Author: Harold Robbins
ISBN: 9781466833753

by Harold Robbins

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Overview

Friction. Mafia turmoil. Hollywood snakes and Wall Street vipers. That’s what Jed Stephens has got. And a body. …Or, he would, if a certain species of vicious little fish couldn’t strip a corpse bare in under a minute.

Jed should have known better when his shady cousin insisted they take a trip down the Amazon, to see the sights and check out the local color… Jed can’t say he’s surprised when their scenic Amazonian vacation turns into an enormous coca leaf buy.

And that’s just the beginning.

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About the Author, Harold Robbins

Born in 1916 in New York City, Harold Robbins was a millionaire by the time he was twenty. He lost his fortune by speculating on the price of sugar before the outbreak of World War II. Later, his fabulously successful career as a novelist, with many of his books turned into movies, would once again make him incredibly wealthy. For many years, Robbins enjoyed the high life among the rich and famous; he owned a huge yacht and had houses on the French Riviera and in Beverly Hills. His novels often mirrored his own experiences and were often people with the characters he had met. He died at the age of eighty-one, survived by his wife, Jann, and his two daughters, Caryn and Andreana.

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Kirkus Reviews

A novel that wavers between fireball excitement and abysmal vulgarity, that leaves the reader dazed with complexities and a feeling that greater spiritual health might have resulted through never having read it—though zillions will. Robbins is no clearer this time out than he's ever been. The sex-and-cocaine-driven, power-hungry plot begins with such rapid editing and scene-switching that the reader's feet barely get grounded before they're somewhere else: For about a third of the novel it's straight action/adventure on the Amazon; then the byzantine plot becomes Robbins's fettuccine Alfredo, with strands dipping and whipping and doubling back until even the main characters don't know who's on whose side—and even the most unaware reader realizes that Robbins's storytelling is as important as his story. If you can follow it, Robbins has failed. Jed Stevens (formerly Di Stefano) is induced by his Mafia cousin Angelo into a trip up the Amazon that turns out to be a big coca-leaf buy; they are accompanied by beautiful translator Alma, who is immensely proud of her "Peruvian pussy"—but they are attacked by mestizos, Angelo is eaten by piranhas, and Alma gets Jed out of Peru and back to Manhattan, where Jed's Uncle Rocco (Angelo's father) is top capo and wants Jed to join him in the Mafia except that Jed wants to get into airlines and with a big loan from Uncle Rocco buys fleets of jetliners and rents them out to small countries but then finds himself involved in huge junk-bond deals and more or less legitimate credit scams while Uncle Rocco unsuccessfully tries to retire from the Mafia so that he can die with honor at home in bed rather than by a hail of bullets during atime when lead-filled bodies are falling on every other page and surreal financial deals are clinched by world-hopping satyrs and girls who say, "Would you like some pussy pie? But just remember, you'll have to lick your fingers, it's very, very juicy." Unclean, unclean!