About ten years ago Norman Lewis wrote the very successful Honored Society -- well timed to the decade when various Mafioso were singing in full voice. That book was both enjoyed and faulted as fiction; this new one, both in vaguely remembered episodes and figures and its tone of Donnish authoritarianism gives a reading of the short life of Marco Riccione, who escaped a Moorish raid in his native Sicily in 1943 and was salvaged to be imported to Salisbury, Mass., where he became Mark Richards and much more than a local Little Caesar. During the years to follow he was on hand for the killing of a superior, was forcibly involved in the Havana-to-Miami run (junk), and gradually lost his wife and children, quickly Americanized, until he reached the point where he was ready to start all over again by going home. No prosciutto, rather a documentary realism with a certain metallic excitement and other-directed inevitability for those who lived up to the code of honor within that blood brotherhood of the godfatherdom only to disappear without a trace. . . of feeling.