Like Minkoff, I've had the book since Tuesday. Amazing what a couple calls and a picture of Andrew Jackson can get you. I skimmed it, knowing most of the contents, and I'll go back later to dig in. I'm not as fascinated by his exploits as Minkoff was, but I never really cared much about Pete as a player and I never once bought the Charlie Hustle act. In my months with Pete as a seemingly constant companion, just over my shoulder with a panic-attack chaser, I realized that not only did I not know much about him - a fact that has suprised nearly everyone I've spoken to on the topic - but that I don't seem to be missing much.
My one take on the book is that he doesn't appear to be "sorry" like we want him to be. He's not sobbing or begging. I expected him to be a victim, to say he was molested or beaten or something, but instead, he just calls himself an arrogant son of a bitch that did some stupid things. He doesn't even blame the addiction - or even speak the word 'gambling' very much - but just says "I was stupid and wrong."
If what we wanted from Pete was honesty, I think we have it (semantics of his betting from the clubhouse aside). If we wanted contrition, I think we have as close as Pete's wired to come. If we wanted sorrow, it's not in these nearly 300 pages.
Is it "enough?" Tough call, but yes, I think so. I'll admit to wanting more - I want him to say he's sorry - but I think I'd rather have the truer account, the one in line with who Pete Rose really is.