During the mid 1980s Howard Marks had forty three aliases, eighty nine phone lines and owned twenty five companies throughout the world. Whether bars, recording studios or offshore banks, all were money laundering vehicles serving the core activity: dope dealing. Marks began to deal small amounts of hashish while doing a postgraduate philosopy course at Oxford, but soon he
During the mid 1980s Howard Marks had forty three aliases, eighty nine phone lines and owned twenty five companies throughout the world. Whether bars, recording studios or offshore banks, all were money laundering vehicles serving the core activity: dope dealing. Marks began to deal small amounts of hashish while doing a postgraduate philosopy course at Oxford, but soon he was moving much larger quantities. At the height of his career he was smuggling consignments of up to fifty tons from Pakistan and Thailand to America and Canada and had contact with organisations as diverse as MI6, the CIA, the IRA and the Mafia. Mr Nice is Howard Marks extraordinary story.
...more
Paperback
,
466 pages
Published
July 1st 1997
by Secker & Warburg
(first published 1996)
Howard Marks was Britain's most wanted man, apparently. He was one of the world's top drug smugglers. But I missed all that because I was busy playing toys in communist Poland at the time. And my favourite drug was cough syrup.
So I got to know Howard Marks through Howard Marks' own words. His story was fascinating and the writing was surprisingly good (for an autobiography). He was at the top, he was at the bottom. He has been to the world's most luxury hotels and toughest prisons. He met fina
Howard Marks was Britain's most wanted man, apparently. He was one of the world's top drug smugglers. But I missed all that because I was busy playing toys in communist Poland at the time. And my favourite drug was cough syrup.
So I got to know Howard Marks through Howard Marks' own words. His story was fascinating and the writing was surprisingly good (for an autobiography). He was at the top, he was at the bottom. He has been to the world's most luxury hotels and toughest prisons. He met financial elite, politicians, celebrities, spies, and criminals of all backgrounds and nationalities.
As nice as Marks tried to present himself I couldn't help thinking that he was rather egocentric. In the first part of his autobiography he boasts about his expensive lifestyle and travels. He brags about fooling the system with ease through his well thought out scams. When he gets busted, though, all of a sudden it's "woe is me". We now have to be sorry and symphatize. His arguement is that weed should be legal and no one should be jailed for selling it. I concur. However, if weed was legal Howard Marks would've never been interested in trading it. It would've been just as boring as his on the side wine business. He was not a rebel with a cause. He just liked the thrill and the money. His final conclusion isn't: 'crime is bad because it is bad' but 'crime is bad because you can go to prison'. Which is why Howard Marks now makes money writing best selling books, being a celebrity or even (according to his website) renting out the apartment where he wrote 'Mr Nice' for only £500 per week per 4 people.
All of us should look and learn. 'Mr Nice' apart from being a very entertaining story is a textbook on how to always land on your feet thanks to being brazen.
As a footnote I would like to mention that even if half of what Marks says about American DEA and its judicial system is true, then the US should start its fight for freedom and democracy on its own yard. But what's new.
...more
This is a tale of two books for me. The first half (and it's long, so it's quite the half) was very interesting, learning about how this guy set up his empire, all the wheeling and dealing, etc etc. I also enjoyed how he and I ended up at many of the same places (Palma, Patapong, etc), which might say a lot about me, hahaha. So, that was all well and good.
It goes off the rails in the latter half, though, when he gets busted for smuggling. He gets so whiny and upset (calls the DEA evil and says t
This is a tale of two books for me. The first half (and it's long, so it's quite the half) was very interesting, learning about how this guy set up his empire, all the wheeling and dealing, etc etc. I also enjoyed how he and I ended up at many of the same places (Palma, Patapong, etc), which might say a lot about me, hahaha. So, that was all well and good.
It goes off the rails in the latter half, though, when he gets busted for smuggling. He gets so whiny and upset (calls the DEA evil and says they should all die- the people themselves who work for the DEA, the men on the ground. Not really Mr. Nice at this point) because he broke the law and was caught. That got pretty tiresome after awhile, especially when he started portraying murderers as heroes against the American empire (oh, by the way, all Americans do is watch TV and shoot guns at people and we deserve to be slaves).
Also, what was up with his wife? This was a dude who was making millions of dollars by smuggling hundreds of TONS (Tons, mind you) of hashish and marijuana, and he'd been busted before, and they were living like kings, and he gets busted again and she acts like a victim. What did she think was happening when she was running around and spending all of that money? That it was falling from the sky? That it was all free? Of course the US Government thought she was in on it- otherwise she would have to be an idiot. Apparently she wrote a book, as well, and it would be interesting to see how she explains away how stupid their reaction to her imprisonment was.
Last point. He blames America for taking his kids away from him (in fact, the book ends with him seeing his little boy for the first time in years) but when he was a free man, he was never home! His wife and kids are barely mentioned. If you add up his travel, he was gone for months at a time. Seriously, his kids are mentioned like ten times the whole book and this is a huge book. Furthermore, when they are mentioned it is almost always "And Judy flew out with the kids and spent the day shopping while I smoked 20 joints. The next day I went to Pakistan for three weeks". Somehow, though, the lack of these children (I didn't even know how many he had until the end of the book) was supposed to pull my heartstrings, I guess.
But the first chunk of book was good- I would suggest putting it down three chapters before the end and walking away, because he goes from being a reasonably nice (if arrogant), mellow guy to a tiresome human being the second he actually has a consequence for his actions over the past twenty years. Reminds me of some of my students, haha.
I don't know what streak of idle curiosity possessed me to read about the felonious escapades of 'legendary' (I'd never heard of him) smuggler Howard Marks. Probably the cover photo (what a nice guy, he has puppy dog eyes)and the blurbs, promising a 'frequently hilarious' and 'fascinating story [...] far stronger than fiction'. To be fair, the introduction and first chapters were promising. Then came the wall: page upon page of business as usual, from one successful dope deal to the next, filled
I don't know what streak of idle curiosity possessed me to read about the felonious escapades of 'legendary' (I'd never heard of him) smuggler Howard Marks. Probably the cover photo (what a nice guy, he has puppy dog eyes)and the blurbs, promising a 'frequently hilarious' and 'fascinating story [...] far stronger than fiction'. To be fair, the introduction and first chapters were promising. Then came the wall: page upon page of business as usual, from one successful dope deal to the next, filled with every minute detail possible, including weight of consignment, price and terms, point of entry, partners, contacts, flights, hotels, what he had for dinner that night, how many joints he smoked, etc. etc. etc.... He claims to have been more or less continually stoned or drunk through most of it, so I guess it's an exploit that he actually remembers each scam so clearly. Well, maybe he doesn't and is just filling in the blanks. Either way, it makes no difference. Like any international business, it all comes down to pricing products, making deals, dealing with the locals, and logistics. Not exactly riveting reading.
...more
The cover states " he was Britain's most wanted man. He has just spent seven years in America's toughest penitentiary. You'll like him"
Well, i didn't. He is an intelligent stoner who wants to be mega famous. He name drops and makes exaggerated claims. His wife was distraught when she got arrested, yet was happy spending the money. Boring boring boring. Get a proper life!
I read this many years ago and remember being mildly disappointed, as I had high hopes. I'd seen Marks interviewed on TV and read various newspaper articles on him; in all of which he cam across as a charismatic, chancer, with an interesting background. A highly intelligent working class lad from the Welsh Valleys who had won a scholarship to an Oxbridge University who went on to lead one of the World's largest Hash smuggling rings. I was looking forward to reading the book.
Unfortunately the bo
I read this many years ago and remember being mildly disappointed, as I had high hopes. I'd seen Marks interviewed on TV and read various newspaper articles on him; in all of which he cam across as a charismatic, chancer, with an interesting background. A highly intelligent working class lad from the Welsh Valleys who had won a scholarship to an Oxbridge University who went on to lead one of the World's largest Hash smuggling rings. I was looking forward to reading the book.
Unfortunately the book failed to deliver, it was a 100 pages too long and the writing style ground me down to the point I struggled to finish it; it was dull! If Marks is to be believed the international drug smuggling game is like a Boy's Own adventure.
True crime is one one of my guilty pleasures and I will be the first to admit that the majority of it's self glorifying shit (but I do love it so); this certainly falls into that category!
...more
For a man who likes to mention his famed charisma and Oxford-education at a rate of about once every seven pages (over about five hundred pages) it is startling just how dull and shallow Marks has managed to make this book. Entirely episodic, and almost entirely devoid of opinion or emotion, Marks cranks out page after page of needless detail, and it all starts to become a monotone. Marks completely fails to portray himself as being on any sort of moral crusade or being some sort of folk hero, a
For a man who likes to mention his famed charisma and Oxford-education at a rate of about once every seven pages (over about five hundred pages) it is startling just how dull and shallow Marks has managed to make this book. Entirely episodic, and almost entirely devoid of opinion or emotion, Marks cranks out page after page of needless detail, and it all starts to become a monotone. Marks completely fails to portray himself as being on any sort of moral crusade or being some sort of folk hero, and makes it quite clear he is really only on an arrogant and blinkered pursuit of cash and status. A self indulgent pseud, Marks expects admiration for all his daring dos, but doesn't fulfill his side of the bargain in this book.
...more
The problem with updating Goodreads after a two-year absence is that I can't recall the titles of the books I've read, let alone the content. Read this in a holiday cottage in Scotland, while I was meant to be bonding with the family. Salient points: unassuming, well-read teacher gets in with bad lot. Becomes major player in hashish smuggling trade. Felonious japes ensue. Gets caught, goes to jail. Sees error of ways, writes book. Crime doesn't pay! Says H'ard, probably writing from the veranda
The problem with updating Goodreads after a two-year absence is that I can't recall the titles of the books I've read, let alone the content. Read this in a holiday cottage in Scotland, while I was meant to be bonding with the family. Salient points: unassuming, well-read teacher gets in with bad lot. Becomes major player in hashish smuggling trade. Felonious japes ensue. Gets caught, goes to jail. Sees error of ways, writes book. Crime doesn't pay! Says H'ard, probably writing from the veranda of his massive house.
...more
Marks was born and raised in Wales and became an Oxford academic. A combination of Marks being a hippy type and random circumstances led to becoming one of the worlds biggest hashish and Marijuna smugglers in the 1970s and 80s. He was recruited by MI6 through his Oxford connections after they found out he was smuggling Hash into Ireland with the help of a high ranking member of the IRA. They wanted Marks to spy on the IRA, although Marks knowledge of their inner workings did not go beyond their
Marks was born and raised in Wales and became an Oxford academic. A combination of Marks being a hippy type and random circumstances led to becoming one of the worlds biggest hashish and Marijuna smugglers in the 1970s and 80s. He was recruited by MI6 through his Oxford connections after they found out he was smuggling Hash into Ireland with the help of a high ranking member of the IRA. They wanted Marks to spy on the IRA, although Marks knowledge of their inner workings did not go beyond their Hash smuggling. MI6 was perfectly willing to turn a blind eye to his Hashish smuggling.
Marks has the Welsh gift for being able to tell a good story. He globetrots to exotic locales, wheels and deals with everything from diplomats to mafiosos to political activists. To his credit he never got involved in hard drugs (or at least so he claims) and only the fruits of the sacred Cannabis plant. Marks got busted a few times and ended up getting extradited to the United States and serving time in one of the worst prisons in America. I'm not sure I trust Marks or his story as I could throw him or it. Especially with his MI6 connections. Plus my street level radar makes me sense this guy is major con artist. That being said I have a feeling that the real truth of this story is probably more far out than the partial truth that makes it into this book. Overall an entertaining read to take with a grain of salt.
...more
Very enjoyable book and some of the tales of Mark's exploits had me in stitches, as well as finding it genuinely interesting the way he and his associates dodged custom agents and other law enforcement agencies for so long.
Towards the end of the book I got a little tired of Mark's bluster, reading the book you can see that he is genuinely charming and witty and I am sure many people have great fondness for him, but theres only so many times you can essentially read 'And I walked into a room and
Very enjoyable book and some of the tales of Mark's exploits had me in stitches, as well as finding it genuinely interesting the way he and his associates dodged custom agents and other law enforcement agencies for so long.
Towards the end of the book I got a little tired of Mark's bluster, reading the book you can see that he is genuinely charming and witty and I am sure many people have great fondness for him, but theres only so many times you can essentially read 'And I walked into a room and by the end of the night was everyones best friend and they all loved me' (A slight over exaggeration but not by much!) before finding the shtick tiring. It spoils the narration as its so over the top sometimes that you find yourself questioning just how much people really did like him instead of just enjoying the stories.
I also got a bit annoyed at his indignation of the American prison system, I am sure it was terrible conditions but he was, regardless of your views on whether weed should be legalized or not, a major international drug smuggler/dealer. He was hardly going to be put up in the Ritz! And one can't help but think if you can't do the time then don't do the crime...
It's a shame because leaving the moral/legal questions behind, it was a greatly entertaining book, but his bitterness over his time in prison seems really at odds with the easy going Mr Nice character that he likes to portray and reveals bit of a darker side of him that spoiled the book for me.
...more
How does a normal guy becomes an international marijuana dealer, a member of the M16, CIA, and the mafia with 43 different aliases? If you read the back of this book and chapter one, you think there's really something to this story. Being an educated Oxford man, you'd expect Marks to know how to write a decent story. Wrong. He doesn't write in incomplete sentences or anything like that, but that's about the best I can say about this book. It is a trite, emotionless account of his drug dealings a
How does a normal guy becomes an international marijuana dealer, a member of the M16, CIA, and the mafia with 43 different aliases? If you read the back of this book and chapter one, you think there's really something to this story. Being an educated Oxford man, you'd expect Marks to know how to write a decent story. Wrong. He doesn't write in incomplete sentences or anything like that, but that's about the best I can say about this book. It is a trite, emotionless account of his drug dealings and some boring personal affairs. He might as well begin each sentence with "and then I did this..." Every time you think he's leading into something interesting because of the wealth of details (ooh, this character must play an interesting role in rest of the story...), the story-line drops off into nothing. Marks is also a shameless name-dropper, which unfortunately adds no spice to the book. ("Then Roman Polanski walked into the bar. Then he walked out.")
The only saving grace of this book are the first chapter and the last five. The rest is crap. At the beginning and end, you get the only emotion from Marks: his anger at the unfair judicial system. His account of the time spent in prison, trying to fight the system, was quite interesting to me. You learn about prison conditions, treatments, and behind the scenes legal bullshit that will disgust you. While I think we should be educated about prison conditions and the incredible ridiculousness that goes into sentence bartering and court cases in general, there are probably better books for the job.
...more
Generally speaking I'm not a fan of non-fiction, preferring fictional works designed to provoke thought, debate and emotion. Saying that, I did enjoy Mr Nice; perhaps because Howard Marks' is so interesting it almost read like a fictional account. It was a very easy book to read and I found myself getting through big chunks at a time (perhaps not as fast as I'd have liked due to being super busy recently). There's a great cast of characters and I enjoyed Marks' tone of voice, particularly the wa
Generally speaking I'm not a fan of non-fiction, preferring fictional works designed to provoke thought, debate and emotion. Saying that, I did enjoy Mr Nice; perhaps because Howard Marks' is so interesting it almost read like a fictional account. It was a very easy book to read and I found myself getting through big chunks at a time (perhaps not as fast as I'd have liked due to being super busy recently). There's a great cast of characters and I enjoyed Marks' tone of voice, particularly the way he wrote dialogue between himself and characters with regional accents. My one criticism would be that about two thirds of the way through I began to get a bit bored reading about dope deal after dope deal, but the change of scenery when he landed in jail recaptured my interest. All in all it was an enjoyable read, especially when every so often my inner monologue would slip into a comedy Welsh accent.
...more
Occasionally funny bits went some way in redeeming this otherwise mind-numbingly boring, awfully written account of Marks's life as a large-scale importer-exporter. That his scam was hashish as opposed to, say, rugs or oil futures seemed almost irrelevant (with the exception of some really good passages about Jim Mcann, a drug-dealing IRA clown), as Marks managed mostly to make his story seem about as exciting as a rogue banker's reliving his fraternity past over and over again. While I condemn
Occasionally funny bits went some way in redeeming this otherwise mind-numbingly boring, awfully written account of Marks's life as a large-scale importer-exporter. That his scam was hashish as opposed to, say, rugs or oil futures seemed almost irrelevant (with the exception of some really good passages about Jim Mcann, a drug-dealing IRA clown), as Marks managed mostly to make his story seem about as exciting as a rogue banker's reliving his fraternity past over and over again. While I condemn any system that would send someone like Marks to jail for the non-crime of dealing in cannabis, this book worked ultimately to celebrate the life not of a politicized counter-culture hero but of a tax-dodging multi-millionaire with an overblown sense of entitlement. I for one have had enough of people like that. Give me Timothy Leary, warts and all, any day.
...more
I think I might have liked this book a few years ago but now it just felt quite annoying. Marks' sense of entitlement, casual attitude to women and general dodginess annoyed rather than charmed me. Perhaps it was just that I was suffering from an overload of pervy old 70s throw back men at the time!
Firstly it should be said that I disagree with Howard Marks when he says cannabis is a "beneficial herb".
Although this book is at times exciting and educational, on the whole I can't say I was left with a good impression of Marks. I think he's a smug prick. Mostly on account of the fact that he blames everyone (Spanish Government, American Government, DEA, a specific DEA dude, Spanish judges, etc..) for the imprisonment of his wife, but never himself for smuggling tons of dope. And whether or
Firstly it should be said that I disagree with Howard Marks when he says cannabis is a "beneficial herb".
Although this book is at times exciting and educational, on the whole I can't say I was left with a good impression of Marks. I think he's a smug prick. Mostly on account of the fact that he blames everyone (Spanish Government, American Government, DEA, a specific DEA dude, Spanish judges, etc..) for the imprisonment of his wife, but never himself for smuggling tons of dope. And whether or not pot should be legal is irrelevant because in actuality, if you break the law, you go to jail.
If you're one of those "hurray for cannabis" people though, this book is for you.
...more
Reading this book it is hard to tell the truth from the fiction. It is deffinetely an interesting book from a man who (claims) to have had adventure all over the globe. Some of the stories he tells are quite funny and you may have trouble putting this book down. One thing, I just didn't come away liking Howard Marks or feeling any sympathy for him. Half of the time he's bragging about his illegal activities and how he outsmarted the law on several continents, and the other he's whining because h
Reading this book it is hard to tell the truth from the fiction. It is deffinetely an interesting book from a man who (claims) to have had adventure all over the globe. Some of the stories he tells are quite funny and you may have trouble putting this book down. One thing, I just didn't come away liking Howard Marks or feeling any sympathy for him. Half of the time he's bragging about his illegal activities and how he outsmarted the law on several continents, and the other he's whining because he got caught. An interesting if not very sympathetic character. Still, would reccomend it to most people.
...more
Thought this would be an interesting read through the eyes of a "nice" criminal with no regrets (I suspect). However I was wrong. The book is so repetitive and with the names and details of every person that has ever crossed paths (or swords) with Howard Marks, it just became boring. I didn't make it to the end as I gave up after the fourth or fifth time of reading about a similar consignment being transported to/from one place to another. I normally persevere to the end of a book, but felt I wo
Thought this would be an interesting read through the eyes of a "nice" criminal with no regrets (I suspect). However I was wrong. The book is so repetitive and with the names and details of every person that has ever crossed paths (or swords) with Howard Marks, it just became boring. I didn't make it to the end as I gave up after the fourth or fifth time of reading about a similar consignment being transported to/from one place to another. I normally persevere to the end of a book, but felt I wouldn't gain any further insight into the world and mind of a not actually particularly nice person after all.
...more
Very enlightening, witty and enthralling in places. An honest insight into a world most of us will never encounter - neither apologetic nor written as a self-defence. Uncomfortable to read in places, and seems to gloss over parts, but definitely worth sticking with. It's worth remembering that although this book reads a bit like a novel, it is an autobiography, so the end seems a bit abrupt - a worthy excuse for reading Mr. Marks' other books, if only just to find out what happens next.
Somehow, the notoriety of Marks entirely passed me by. As a consequence, this review is being written not only from the point of view of someone who knew nothing of him before reading the book, but also from that of someone who knows nothing of him but the book.
The autobiography of a big-time smuggler of marijuana, this book held out the promise of taking me into realms unknown to me and that, in approaching it, was its main point of interest.
I began to wince a little early on in the work. Mark
Somehow, the notoriety of Marks entirely passed me by. As a consequence, this review is being written not only from the point of view of someone who knew nothing of him before reading the book, but also from that of someone who knows nothing of him but the book.
The autobiography of a big-time smuggler of marijuana, this book held out the promise of taking me into realms unknown to me and that, in approaching it, was its main point of interest.
I began to wince a little early on in the work. Marks is at great pains to tell us he is a nice guy, right the way through to the book's title, a name which just happened, by chance, to be one of the many aliases under which he operated. That assertion raised questions for me given an early connection of his in the facilitation of his enterprises was one Irishman by the name of McCann, a member of the IRA. McCann is presented as something of a buffoon and thus, implicitly, harmless, but this buffoon proves to be alarmingly adept at hiding in plain sight from arrest, organising those things Marks needs organising and having the authorities chase their tails every time he is actually apprehended. One can't help feeling that he was no incompetent within the IRA itself, and Marks' assertion that no one is supposed to get hurt from his activities does seem a little strange when considering where some of the profit from those enterprises, that channelled to McCann, may well have ended up.
Likewise, the inevitable end in its affecting his parents and family with his imprisonment in the USA was not without collateral damage. Though Marks doesn't treat this latter fact as lightly as he does his IRA connection, there's still the feeling that realisation coming much earlier, when he was already made for life, may have been better than the path he took seemingly inexorably towards its troublesome end seeing little consideration for the well being of those around him. Mr. Nice may have been a little more open with us about the clear and apparent fact that selfish interests played a large role in his activities. It wouldn't have damned him to hell, but it would have made for a more rounded, and more believable, self-portrait.
Beyond that, the narrative is disappointing. This is a man who led an interesting life in the places he visited, the activities he undertook whatever we may judge him as being, and that appeal of the work, as I said, was paramount for me in approaching it. The book fails to live up to its promise in that respect. The narrative is fairly flat, detail is lost, even entire scenes and even, one suspects, entire novels'-worth of material as Marks hops from place to place, activity to activity each of which holds so much promise for revelation only to be whisked away as soon as presented. This is doubly-underlined in the people Marks met. We know they were in the vicinity - the same room, the same restaurant, even the same table for dinner - and yet the names are merely dropped with little or no interaction recorded. Some of the names dropped - John Lennon and Bill Clinton spring to mind - were dropped just a little too frequently given Marks can't even claim to have met them.
Places, activities, people - by the end I was feeling almost as if I was reading a book of lists with some marginalia. Scam after scam after scam is presented, but it soon wears thin without the substance to back it up. In the end, he may as well be a salesman of garden furniture chuntering on and on about the import restrictions on deckchairs.
As the book approached its end, I longed for Marks to get banged up, not as a fitting end to his activities, (I've nothing against marijuana and consider its illegality a nonsense), but because I knew from the beginning that's where he'd end up and I wanted some break from the monotony.
Unfortunately, insofar as the prison scenery does perk the narrative up at the end, it is more the change of scenery than any real insights offered even there that lend them their relief.
This is not a bad book. For it to have been bad with all that Marks has to offer by way of experience would have taken some kind of demented genius. It is, however, a book that doesn't live up to its promise. It is a missed opportunity as Marks loses the chance to make something fascinating not only of the life he has led, but also of himself.
...more
I was recommended this book by a friend after I mentioned I was interested in international criminals and that I like reading about them.
The first quarter of the book really captivated me and I couldn't put it down, I enjoyed learning about his experience at Oxford and what people did at university around that time.
I didn't really enjoy the second and third quarters of the book and I would read a chapter at a time before getting bored of endless names with little character descriptions and endl
I was recommended this book by a friend after I mentioned I was interested in international criminals and that I like reading about them.
The first quarter of the book really captivated me and I couldn't put it down, I enjoyed learning about his experience at Oxford and what people did at university around that time.
I didn't really enjoy the second and third quarters of the book and I would read a chapter at a time before getting bored of endless names with little character descriptions and endless journeys to various countries in too much unnecessary detail.
However I enjoyed the last part of the book, it was interesting to learn about how legal systems work for international crimes and the ruthless power of the DEA. I wanted more detail about Howard's time at Terre Haute which seemed very brief and was the part of the book I was looking forward too.
Overall not a bad read, I'm glad I read it in the end.
...more
Many years ago I was a volunteer with St John Ambulance (sja) and we would provide first aid cover at many events including the local theater. One evening I received a call asking if I was free and could get to the local theater asap as no-one had turned up. I rang a friend who was also in sja and asked her to get ready and come as well. We had no idea what the show was we were about to see.
Well the show was Mr Nice Live!!! That night was a real eye opener to me. Mr Nice was talking about his li
Many years ago I was a volunteer with St John Ambulance (sja) and we would provide first aid cover at many events including the local theater. One evening I received a call asking if I was free and could get to the local theater asap as no-one had turned up. I rang a friend who was also in sja and asked her to get ready and come as well. We had no idea what the show was we were about to see.
Well the show was Mr Nice Live!!! That night was a real eye opener to me. Mr Nice was talking about his life and everything that had happened in it, all about his Cannabis and other drug smuggling exploits, sometimes getting away with it and others getting caught, plus he did a general question and answer sessions at the end. (The theater was green by the end of the night and smelt very funky as Mr Nice was smoking lots of "very long cigarettes"!!!)
I enjoyed the show despite it not being something I would normally go to, and afterwards I bought his book.
I started reading the book straight away and didn't want to put it down. I did have to re-read 2 or 3 times to make sense of it, and after each re-read more of what I had read previously made sense.
The book goes into much more detail than he had in the live show, explaining about how he lived, the people he met and how they were involved, the places he went to, where he was a wanted man, the countries where he was not allowed, all of his "other known names" and so on.
It is written in a very open personal way, his vivid descriptions of some of the events give you a real feel of what his life must have been like. Sometimes fun and others not so, as not knowing what was around the corner. He takes you on a tour of the world and introduces you to a wide variety of people.
If you enjoy reading true stories and are not easily shocked this is worth a read.
...more
Mildly entertaining autobiography of a famous welsh cannabis dealer. Whilst some of the anecdotes are interesting and funny (if a bit too good to be true at times), the repetitive accounts of dealing and smuggling are a bit tedious, as is the author's obvious appreciation of his own cleverness.
This is the best autobiography I have read since _Story of My Life_ by Casanova. Marks reports his observations from his international travels on just the things that interest me. The contradictions he brings up are very funny and often thought provoking. At first I found his tendency for name dropping annoying, then I realized he was a Leo so it was unavoidable. The plus side of Leo is that the delivery of the vernacular in the conversations is phenomenal. Amazingly, for an autobiography, there
This is the best autobiography I have read since _Story of My Life_ by Casanova. Marks reports his observations from his international travels on just the things that interest me. The contradictions he brings up are very funny and often thought provoking. At first I found his tendency for name dropping annoying, then I realized he was a Leo so it was unavoidable. The plus side of Leo is that the delivery of the vernacular in the conversations is phenomenal. Amazingly, for an autobiography, there are no repeats and no tiresome me-me-me focus. Somehow Marks manages to tell his tale without sounding self-centered or apologetic. Sure he made lots of money, mainly because many people value what they want viz. recreational drugs, music, and sports, more than what they need. So drug dealers, top musicians, and top sports stars make way more money than teachers, emergency responders, and public transportation drivers.
Nonetheless, even before the era of high body counts in drug smuggling, Marks certainly earned his pay keeping up with the logistics of each of his deals and continually optimizing his mix of money laundering activities. To appease those who believe in the illegality of his career choice, the narrative is book-ended between his jail sentence, which he magnificently relates with equanimity.
...more
A fascinating account of the bizarre life of Howard Marks, international cannabis smuggler. At times completely unbelievable and others quite sad, this is a detailed telling of the many deals and scams he made between the early seventies and his imprisonment in the mid nineties. Occasionally the long lists of names and places become a bit of a hard slog but there are enough funny anecdotes and outrageous brushes with the law (CIA, DEA, MI5 to name just a few) to make it worth while. It seems inc
A fascinating account of the bizarre life of Howard Marks, international cannabis smuggler. At times completely unbelievable and others quite sad, this is a detailed telling of the many deals and scams he made between the early seventies and his imprisonment in the mid nineties. Occasionally the long lists of names and places become a bit of a hard slog but there are enough funny anecdotes and outrageous brushes with the law (CIA, DEA, MI5 to name just a few) to make it worth while. It seems incomprehensible that this kind of thing could happen in today's security paranoid world and that makes it all the more interesting. You get a sense of how much the man came to believe in his own legend and at times i was dubious of his claims to simultaneously be best friends with the Mafia, the Hell's Angels and various other notoriously unfriendly gangs. However the horror of his lengthy incarceration and the brutal way in which he was treated by a ridiculous US legal system give the book a necessary depth and value. An interesting read.
...more
Howard Marks is clearly a very charismatic man - the tale that unfolds demonstrates that beyond dispute.
The tale itself unwinds in an interesting fashion - starting with his release from an American penitentiary, and then dealing with the life choices he made to get himself there.
Whilst he seems to have had some morals surrounding the smuggling of hash, it's still a dark and murky world he's been in, and I suspect the darkest of events have been somewhat glossed over.
I felt sorry for some of th
Howard Marks is clearly a very charismatic man - the tale that unfolds demonstrates that beyond dispute.
The tale itself unwinds in an interesting fashion - starting with his release from an American penitentiary, and then dealing with the life choices he made to get himself there.
Whilst he seems to have had some morals surrounding the smuggling of hash, it's still a dark and murky world he's been in, and I suspect the darkest of events have been somewhat glossed over.
I felt sorry for some of the bit players in this tale who got dragged down with him. The lifestyle may seem glamorous, but the greed and need for money betrays the truth. What's the point in having money if you can't truly enjoy it?
The tale itself starts out very interesting, but in the final third of the book I found myself getting slightly bored by the details of the different drug deals he was trying to keep spinning. I've seen enough of those plate spinners to know that eventually one of them crashes down - Mr Nice should have had the foresight to see that too.
An easy read, and one which makes you think about the political nature of international cooperation, but it could have been a sharper and punchier read.
The subheading on the cover says "He was Britain's most wanted man. He has just spent seven years in America's toughest penitentiary. You'll like him". This is so true. I like Howard Marks and would like to meet him.
This is his autobiography of his life of an international marijuana smuggler during the 1970's and 1980's. The business side of the smuggling operation is mindboggling. I couldn't keep the characters straight and which dope deal he was working on. At one point he had several suitcase
The subheading on the cover says "He was Britain's most wanted man. He has just spent seven years in America's toughest penitentiary. You'll like him". This is so true. I like Howard Marks and would like to meet him.
This is his autobiography of his life of an international marijuana smuggler during the 1970's and 1980's. The business side of the smuggling operation is mindboggling. I couldn't keep the characters straight and which dope deal he was working on. At one point he had several suitcases of money in Hong Kong and they were all part of different deals. Then, the DEA came after him. And they were relentless, lied to the courts, and mistook innocent legitimate business as part of his dope smuggling business. Throughout his story, he was honorable, loyal and funny; a good guy. His only flaw is smuggling & smoking marijuana. Once, he had several friends & associates who happen to visit him at his home in Palma, Mallorca at the same time. For fun, he had the self proclaimed IRA terrorist (provisional IRA later denied knowing him because of his dope smuggling) with a member of House of Lords. Wicked sense of humor.
He was also an alleged spy (working for Britain's MI6, James Bond's outfit). Yes, he was asked to work for them spying. His only assignment was to seduce a Czechoslovakian secretary who was suspected of working for KGB. However, he never met her. During his first brush with the law in Britain, he used the MI6 as his alibi to get out of any charges. It seemed to work.
His story is unbelievable. At times, it was funny. I wondered if he elaborated any of the facts. What a fun book to read.
...more
I cannot remember where I picked up this book but it was interesting although I do remember thinking that it read as though the guy was, not so much perfect, but considered himself squeeky clean, or at least that was how the book read. Maybe he only dealt in grass/hash, although it seems unlikley, and I can understand this as being viewed as harmless, at least less harmful than tobacco or alcohol. What I found interesting is how illegal business could be conducted for so long, in so many countri
I cannot remember where I picked up this book but it was interesting although I do remember thinking that it read as though the guy was, not so much perfect, but considered himself squeeky clean, or at least that was how the book read. Maybe he only dealt in grass/hash, although it seems unlikley, and I can understand this as being viewed as harmless, at least less harmful than tobacco or alcohol. What I found interesting is how illegal business could be conducted for so long, in so many countries under multiple identities, before being stopped. And who knows what the actual income made from trafficking really was. I did like the comment by Marks, although it could have been in one of his other books, in regards to television. That viewers of TV can have similar characteristics to those on certain drugs. Antisocial behaviour, sitting trance like sometimes for hours on end and often not even absorbing the information presented to them. PS: Have a look at his website
...more
My Nice is not a great writer and while he has a great story to tell, he doesn't do it justice. I found this book a little like reading a shopping list....I did this, then I did this, then I went here, I stayed in this hotel, I met this guy, these people were there, etc etc. About half way through it just got too annoying. Googling his former wife and reading what she has to say about him in the tabloid press was actually more titillating.
Librarian Note: There is more than one author in the Goodreads database with this name.
Howard Marks
(born
Dennis Howard Marks
) is a Welsh author, former teacher and drug smuggler who achieved notoriety as an international cannabis smuggler through high-profile court cases, supposed connections with groups such as the CIA, the IRA, MI6, and the Mafia, and his eventual conviction at the hands of the
Librarian Note: There is more than one author in the Goodreads database with this name.
Howard Marks
(born
Dennis Howard Marks
) is a Welsh author, former teacher and drug smuggler who achieved notoriety as an international cannabis smuggler through high-profile court cases, supposed connections with groups such as the CIA, the IRA, MI6, and the Mafia, and his eventual conviction at the hands of the American Drug Enforcement Administration. At the height of his drug career, he was said to have controlled 10% of the world's hashish trade.
Marks attended Balliol College, Oxford between 1964 and 1967 to study Natural Science, with a Physics (B.A., Oxon). Among his friends at Balliol was the epidemiologist Julian Peto, and the journalist Lynn Barber. After this he studied Physics (Grad. Inst P.) at the University of London (1967 to 1968). Then, he went back to Balliol, Oxford (1968 to 1969) to study History and Philosophy of Science (Dip. H.Ph. Sc.) and then he went on to the University of Sussex (1969 to 1970) to study Philosophy of Science.
Following his release from prison, Marks published a best-selling autobiography, Mr Nice (Secker and Warburg, 1996), which has been translated into many languages. In addition to Mr Nice, he compiled an anthology called The Howard Marks Book of Dope Stories (Vintage, 2001) and more recently a follow-on from his autobiography; Señor Nice: Straight Life From Wales to South America. Señor Nice differs from his previous book as drugs are not central to the story and, while autobiographical, the book is more Marks' own exploration of his ancestor, the pirate Sir Henry Morgan. His ex-wife Judy Marks has also written her autobiography of their life together entitled "Mr Nice and Mrs Marks" published by Ebury Press, 2006.
He is also the subject of a biopic starring Rhys Ifans as Marks entitled Mr Nice, named after his autobiography of the same name. Chloë Sevigny plays the role of his wife Judy. The film was released in October 2010.
Marks is a campaigner for the legalisation of cannabis and tours the world with a one-man show. Marks recorded the song 'Grow More Weed' with the UK dub punk band P.A.I.N.
Within the world of music, Marks has managed the Welsh rock band the Super Furry Animals for a period of time in the late 1990s. He also co-recorded a song 'Three men in a boat' with his long time friend Lee Harris. The record was later remixed by River Styx (Musician, rap poet) and released on the album 'Angel Headed Hip Hop' on Genepool/Universal Ltd.
Marks stood for election to UK Parliament in 1997, on the single issue of the legalization of cannabis. He contested four seats at once: Norwich South (against future Home Secretary Charles Clarke), Norwich North, Neath and Southampton Test. The average vote was over 1%. This led to the formation of the Legalise Cannabis Alliance (LCA) by Alun Buffry in 1999.
From 1999 to 2000 he was the honorary rector of Glasgow Caledonian University.
...more
“Expensive illogicalities and inefficiencies do not worry the monsters of American bureaucracy, and the taxpayers are enthusiastic and eager to spend fortunes in the name of fighting crime. Prison places cost the US taxpayer more than university places. The American belief that prisons are the best way to combat crime has led to an incarceration rate that is at least five times that of almost any industrialised nation. Overcrowding is endemic. Conditions are appalling, varying from windowless, sensory-deprived isolation to barren futile brutality.”
—
2 likes
“Decisi di diventare un beatnik a tutti gli affetti[...]. Fumai tutta la marijuana che mi passava tra le mani, lessi Kerouac, ascoltai Bob Dylan e Roland Kirk e andai a vedere film francesi che non capivo.”
—
1 likes