By Jay Robert Nash. I searched used bookstores for yeeeeears for my copy of this bad boy, which did not have a dust jacket and therefore deprived me of this extremely '70s font. You, dear reader, can gaze upon it for a double sawbuck, then read about flimflams and swindles to your heart's content (up to the Ford administration, anyway).
The book's in very good condition, very little page toning, no writing or dog-ears. The jacket has a big ol' sticker on the back from a previous store, plus some shelfwear, but is otherwise in fine (and hilarious) shape.