Recommended Read: Don’t Call Me a Crook! A Scotsman’s Tale of World Travel, Whisky, and Crime by Bob Moore

If you look up the word ‘ bounder’ in the dictionary you won’t see a picture of Bob Moore (what you will see is this definition: ‘a morally reprehensible person; cad’) but you really should. Don’t Call Me a Crook! A Scotsman’s Tale of World Travel, Whisky, and Crime was written by Bob Moore in 1935 and originally published by the same people that published Mien Kampf. Moore wrote ‘Crook!’hoping to make a packet although it’s doubtful that he made a penny from the book. It was discovered dishevelled and ignored in the ‘Tramps’ section of the New York Public Library by Dissident Books’ Nicholas Towasser and is an absolute cracking read. It starts off brilliantly: “It is a pity there are getting to be so many places that I can never go back to, but all the same, I do not think it is much fun a man being respectable all his life.” It then recounts the fantastic globetrotting adventures of a working class Scotsman who makes his way around the world wheeling and dealing, wining and dining and working as a marine engineer, building superintendent, a moonshine runner and a gun runner. Moore’s adventures take him to the U.S., England, Australia, Egypt, South America, Japan, and China. The book has an afterword by Booker Prize-winning novelist James ‘Chuckle-Chops’ Kelman but don’t let that put you off. Moore and his book are far from respectable. A thief, a liar, a cheat and, yes, a bounder, this is a hell of a yarn.

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