Ballad Of The Whiskey Robber; A True Story of Bank Heists, Ice Hockey, Transylvanian Pelt Smuggling…. - Julian Rubinstein Audiobook

Written by Julian Rubinstein
Read by Julian Rubinstein
Format: MP3
Bitrate: 64 Kbps
Unabridged

Publisher: Hachette Audiobooks
Release date: July 26, 2007
Duration: 11:22:48

Elmore Leonard meets Franz Kafka in the wild, improbably true story of the legendary outlaw of Budapest.

Ladies and gentlemen, meet Attila Ambrus, the Robin Hood of Eastern Europe. He’s the onetime pelt smugger, goaltender (possibly the worst in the history of professional hockey), pen salesman, Zamboni driver, gravedigger, church painter, roulette addict, building superintendent, whiskey drinker, and native of Transylvania who’s decided that the best thing to do with his time is to rob as many banks as possible.

His rival: Lajos Varju, the Inspector Clouseau of the Iron Curtain, whose knowledge of police work comes from Hungarian-dubbed episodes of Colombo. His deputy is nicknamed “Mound of Asshead” because of his propensity for crashing police cars. His forensics expert, known as “Dance Instructor” for his lucrative side career teaching ballet, wears a top hat and tails on the job.

Welcome to Julian Rubinstein’s uproariously funny and unforgettable account of crime in the heart of the new Europe. With a cast of backup characters that includes car wash owners, exotic dancers, drunk army generals, cocaine-snorting Hungarian rappers, the Johnnie Cochran of Budapest, and a hockey team that seems to spend as much time breaking the law as they do practicing, Ballad of the Whiskey Robber gives us the most charming outlaw-hero since the Sundance Kid, and the Sundance Kid didn’t play hockey.

As the Eastern bloc slips off its communist skin and replaces it with leopard-skin hot pants, Ballad of the Whiskey Robber is here to screw in the pink lightbulbs. Part Unbearable Lightness of Being, part Pink Panther, and part Slap Shot, Julian Rubinstein’s tale is a spectacular literary debut, and a story so outrageous that it could only be true.

Rubenstein reads his own account in a voice that is often humorously deadpan, though occasionally monotonous. The production turns Rubenstein’s vocal rough edges to advantage through the use of multiple voices, punctuating his narration with the quotes of the principal figures in the yarn.