My Week at the Blue Angel

A savage journey into the heart of Hunter S. Thompson’s Las Vegas with the Good Doctor as tour guide. A Lord-of-the-Rings-like adventure in the city’s underground flood channels. A seven-day stay at a seedy motel on East Fremont Street. The stories in My Week at the Blue Angel aren’t about Steve Wynn, Cirque du Soleil, or how to play poker, and they aren’t set in Caesars Palace, XS Nightclub, or a 2,000-seat showroom. They’re about prostitutes, ex-cons, and the homeless, and they’re set under Caesars Palace and in trailer parks and weekly motels. In this creative nonfiction collection, Matthew O’Brien–author of Beneath the Neon: Life and Death in the Tunnels of Las Vegas–and veteran photographer Bill Hughes show a side of the city rarely seen. A side beyond the neon lights, themed facades, and motel-room doors. A side beyond the barbwire fences, No Trespassing signs, and midnight shadows.