Hot Shots and Heavy Hits: Tales of an Undercover Drug Agent FROM THE PUBLISHER
The mean streets of Boston in the 1970s played host to a nefarious underworld of pimps, pushers, and addicts, and Paul "Sully" Doyle was there. From Kenmore Square hippies to South Boston junkies to Combat Zone prostitutes, this undercover operative with the federal Drug Enforcement Administration met every type of unsavory character in town in his fight to bust violent rings of dope, coke, and smack dealers during a turbulent era in the city's history.
Now Special Agent Doyle bluntly chronicles the riveting, true stories from his years on the inside. He recalls his rookie days trying to infiltrate the criminal drug world under the tutelage of his veteran partner, through his coming of age as an experienced narc -- sharing keen observations on ruined lives, personal peril, and government red tape along the way. A former prizefighter not at all shy about punching his way out of trouble, the author divulges a candid, worm's-eye view of the drug war with all its blemishes and glories. With abiding humanity and graphic detail, the author richly describes exploits with junkie stool pigeons and hooker informants, college burnouts and Chinatown mobsters, ghetto pimps and violent thugs, bureaucratic obstacles and uncooperative foreign governments, and successful busts and brushes with death. Marijuana, cocaine, heroin, amphetamines, LSD -- no illegal substance failed to tempt those seeking the ultimate high, resulting in the long nights, sudden danger, and uncertain outcomes that faced Sully and his partners.
SYNOPSIS
Paul "Sully" Doyle is a former prizefighter who worked as a DEA operative in Boston, taking risks and busting villains. He's not a bad writer, either. His tough-guy memoir, packed with junkie stool pigeons, violent thugs, ghetto pimps, and government red tape, is also touched with moments of self-doubt and even compassion. Doyle reflects as well on America's continuing "war on drugs" and whether it can really make a dent in the nation's use of cocaine, heroin and marijuana. He believes it can. Annotation ©2004 Book News, Inc., Portland, OR
FROM THE CRITICS
Library Journal
In this memoir on life as an agent in the Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs (BNDD) and the Drug Enforcement Administration (DEA), Doyle has written a riveting account of the day-to-day activities of an undercover drug agent. Doyle recounts his work in the 1970s on the streets of Boston. After serving in the military in Korea, he heard that the U.S. Department of Justice was seeking experienced soldiers with top-secret clearance to apply for the job. He was chosen, and then, after completing the BNDD agent academy, spent his first three days on the job helping a secretary purge old files. At this point, he considered resigning, but soon after he started work on the street, where he found his niche. What follows in this account is a gritty, action-packed glimpse into the criminal drug world and especially the golden age of Boston's "combat zone," told through a series of dicey anecdotes. Recommended for true-crime collections in large public libraries. Sarah Jent, Univ. of Louisville Lib., KY Copyright 2004 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Stiffly composed, unpersuasive account of the author's drug-enforcement work in Boston. Doyle asserts that the story of his years as an undercover agent "needs to be told. . . . The myth that experimental use of illegal drugs is a harmless rite of passage should not go unchallenged." Perhaps, but such sanctimoniousness, which pervades the text, ultimately limits his tale's effectiveness. Following a stint in the army, Doyle was recruited by the Bureau of Narcotics and Dangerous Drugs (the DEA's precursor) in 1971, when the BNDD was seeking "experienced soldiers" to serve as undercover street agents. He divides his memoir into six long chapters, each delving into a different facet of the nefarious urban drug scene in a time and place Doyle recalls as swarming with thugs, bikers, mobsters, naive swingers, and the tattered remnants of the counterculture. "Chinatown" details Doyle's infiltration of that neighborhood's heroin scene; an addicted prostitute eventually introduced him to a local kingpin. "Informant" describes the role of snitches in undercover drug work: "I came to despise most of them. . . . Nobody likes a rat." In "Bad Acid," the agent cozies up to a hippie ("I have connections all the way to Amsterdam, Hong Kong, San Francisco") who steers him to the so-called "Acid King," resulting in the takedown of a major LSD manufacturing operation. Throughout, Doyle finds himself increasingly appalled by the undercover milieu, meeting sweet young college students who soon overdose on heroin and brutish drug dealers whose attempts to dupe him are met with fisticuffs. The square-jawed tone, reminiscent of Dragnet, is often unintentionally humorous: ethnic and cultural stereotypes abound,and the agents spend their downtime getting hammered in bars. Doyle's overwritten prose is strewn with adverbs, and his dialogue is stiff. Furthermore, the simplistic narrative fails to convey these operations' complexity, portraying unbelievably dumb criminals who literally throw themselves at the G-men. Doubtless there is an exciting, informative tale to tell about drug crime in the '70s-but this isn't it.