A meandering, wonderfully colorful hop-skip-and-a-grunt tour of the Little Italy that tourists wish they could visit, told...
New York’s greatest newspaper columnist (Not Exactly What I Had in Mind, 1997, etc.) does another number on da Mob. (You got a problem with that?)
We want to thank Breslin’s brain for remembering that he’s still the funniest crime writer on the planet This sentimental, wildly comic return to form from the guy who blazed to glory so many years ago with The Gang That Couldn’t Shoot Straight (1969), is pure pleasure, with a belly laugh on almost every page. We meet aging, lazy, but still vastly intimidating mob boss Fausti “The Fist” Dellacava, a former prizefighter so adverse to losing that his bookies stay up all night trying to dream up ways to turn The Fist’s unlucky wagers into winners. ("Either I count money on Saturday night or I get choked to death," thinks one bookie. "That's only fair.") The Fist is having an increasingly difficult time holding on to his Greenwich Village turf, as his smart but slightly naive nephew, also named Fausti, tries to figure out if he wants to go into the family business. Only Fausti the Younger is brave enough to risk The Fist’s wrath when he impulsively eats The Fist under the table in front of mob lieutenants Baldy Dom, Quiet Dom, and Dom Dom. But Fausti also has doubts about his uncle’s morals: The Fist has been living a double life, shuttling across Manhattan between two wives with three kids each while pretending nobody notices. When young Fausti gets a summer job as lifeguard on Rockaway Beach, he inadvertently sets off a vendetta when he fails to save the life of a minor Gotti gang member. Playing the sidelines, with all bets covered, is the ambitious, media-savvy Father Phil Napolitano, a distant relative of the Dellacavas who preaches that “there never was a stand-up man like” Jesus, and Judas Iscariot “should have died in his mother’s womb,” but “we must give some people the benefit of the doubt. We shouldn’t be too quick to whack some guy.”
A meandering, wonderfully colorful hop-skip-and-a-grunt tour of the Little Italy that tourists wish they could visit, told in Breslin’s distinctively snappy, side-of-the-mouth style.Pub Date: May 23, 2001
ISBN: 0-316-11845-1
Page Count: 320
Publisher: Little, Brown
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: March 15, 2001
Although Heller creates with chilling efficiency the bleakness of a world largely bereft of life as we know it, he holds out...
A post-apocalyptic novel in which Hig, who only goes by this mononym, finds not only survival, but also the possibility of love.
As in Cormac McCarthy’s The Road, the catastrophe that has turned the world into its cataclysmic state remains unnamed, but it involves “The Blood,” a highly virulent and contagious disease that has drastically reduced the population and has turned most of the remaining survivors into grim hangers-on, fiercely protective of their limited territory. Hig lives in an abandoned airplane hangar and keeps a 1956 Cessna, which he periodically takes out to survey the harsh and formidable landscape. While on rare occasions he spots a few Mennonites, fear of “The Blood” generally keeps people at more than arm’s length. Hig has established a defensive perimeter by a large berm, competently guarded by Bangley, a terrifying friend but exactly the kind of guy you want on your side, since he can pot intruders from hundreds of yards away, and he has plenty of firepower to do it. Haunted by a voice he heard faintly on the radio, Hig takes off one day in search of fellow survivors and comes across Pops and Cima, a father and daughter who are barely eking out a living off the land by gardening and tending a few emaciated sheep. Like Bangley, Pops is laconic and doesn’t yield much, but Hig understandably finds himself attracted to Cima, the only woman for hundreds of miles and a replacement for the ache Hig feels in having lost his pregnant wife, Melissa, years before.
Although Heller creates with chilling efficiency the bleakness of a world largely bereft of life as we know it, he holds out some hope that human relationships can be redemptive.Pub Date: Aug. 7, 2012
ISBN: 978-0-307-95994-2
Page Count: 272
Publisher: Knopf
Review Posted Online: July 21, 2012
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Aug. 1, 2012
A presold prefab blockbuster, what with King's Carrie hitting the moviehouses, Salem's Lot being lensed, The Shining itself sold to Warner Bros. and tapped as a Literary Guild full selection, NAL paperback, etc. (enough activity to demand an afterlife to consummate it all).
The setting is The Overlook, a palatial resort on a Colorado mountain top, snowbound and closed down for the long, long winter. Jack Torrance, a booze-fighting English teacher with a history of violence, is hired as caretaker and, hoping to finish a five-act tragedy he's writing, brings his wife Wendy and small son Danny to the howling loneliness of the half-alive and mad palazzo. The Overlook has a gruesome past, scenes from which start popping into the present in various suites and the ballroom. At first only Danny, gifted with second sight (he's a "shiner"), can see them; then the whole family is being zapped by satanic forces. The reader needs no supersight to glimpse where the story's going as King's formula builds to a hotel reeling with horrors during Poesque New Year's Eve revelry and confetti outta nowhere....
Back-prickling indeed despite the reader's unwillingness at being mercilessly manipulated.
Pub Date: Jan. 28, 1976
ISBN: 0385121679
Page Count: 453
Publisher: Doubleday
Review Posted Online: Sept. 26, 2011
Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 1976
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