As Frank Costello looks back over his life as head of the most powerful crime family in America, he doesn't focus on the triumphs of his bootlegging empire, his nationwide gambling network, or his de facto control of Tammany Hall. Instead, Costello—the politically connected "Prime Minister of the Underworld"—remembers the lies he's told, the mistakes he's made, and his fateful decision to testify before the televised Kefauver hearings investigating organized crime in America. The novel reaches its climax as Costello—in a naïve attempt to preserve the patina of respectability he's spent his life creating—tries to defend himself before senators out to expose the full extent of the Mafia's reach. The result is a humiliating, very public lesson about who holds the real power in America. This is an historically accurate work of fiction told in Costello's imagined, bitter, street-wise voice.
In My Father’s Fighter, Vincent Rosen, a 35-year-old Manhattan English teacher, inherits the management of a prizefighter from his father. The fighter is Mickey Davis, a white light-heavyweight contender with a doomed air, a reputation for dirty fighting, and plenty of neuroses and sexual obsessions. With his Ivy League education and bookish nature, Vincent does not share his father’s passion for boxing, yet is slowly seduced by the fighting world. This is a comic tale that moves from the privileged Upper East Side to the down-and-out bars of Las Vegas.
It’s Christmas of 2002. Joseph Steiner, a New York television executive, has just lost his job in the economic downturn that followed September 11. America is about to invade Iraq, and the world is losing sympathy for its only superpower. As for Steiner, his run of good luck and privilege seems to be coming to an end. Steiner and his wife, Mary, a severe yet alluring former fashion editor who now publishes left-wing political books, are visiting Paris, a city Steiner knows well from his annual visits with his family and his time there as a student. The couple’s son, Michael, has stayed behind in New York to protest the coming war. Steiner and Mary are borrowing the apartment of journalist friends who are on assignment in the Middle East. Compared to the worldly careers of his absent hosts, Steiner’s preoccupations with his own professional and personal woes feel small-minded. Additionally, everyone he meets seems to be leading a fuller life than Steiner. Steiner sees old friends and revisits familiar locales, haunted by his own history, as well as the uncannily contemporary worldview of Honoré de Balzac, the genius whose work obsesses Steiner. As he distractedly pursues the familiar rituals of an American in Paris, including quite a bit of shopping—thanks to Mary’s unembarrassed interest in fashion—Steiner meets two outspoken American war correspondents and a nightmarishly articulate Parisian attorney who pick away at his increasingly frail sense of self. While Mary continues as her husband’s most lovingly unforgiving critic, he contemplates the ways that he is being buffeted by history and economics. It is not until encountering a young Russian crippled in the war in Chechnya, and a comic denouement at the hands of the American Customs Service that Steiner begins to make sense of his decidedly unsentimental Christmas in Paris.
As Frank Costello looks back over his life as head of the most powerful crime family in America, he doesn't focus on the triumphs of his bootlegging empire, his nationwide gambling network, or his de facto control of Tammany Hall. Instead, Costello—the politically connected "Prime Minister of the Underworld"—remembers the lies he's told, the mistakes he's made, and his fateful decision to testify before the televised Kefauver hearings investigating organized crime in America. The novel reaches its climax as Costello—in a naïve attempt to preserve the patina of respectability he's spent his life creating—tries to defend himself before senators out to expose the full extent of the Mafia's reach. The result is a humiliating, very public lesson about who holds the real power in America. This is an historically accurate work of fiction told in Costello's imagined, bitter, street-wise voice.
It’s Christmas of 2002. Joseph Steiner, a New York television executive, has just lost his job in the economic downturn that followed September 11. America is about to invade Iraq, and the world is losing sympathy for its only superpower. As for Steiner, his run of good luck and privilege seems to be coming to an end. Steiner and his wife, Mary, a severe yet alluring former fashion editor who now publishes left-wing political books, are visiting Paris, a city Steiner knows well from his annual visits with his family and his time there as a student. The couple’s son, Michael, has stayed behind in New York to protest the coming war. Steiner and Mary are borrowing the apartment of journalist friends who are on assignment in the Middle East. Compared to the worldly careers of his absent hosts, Steiner’s preoccupations with his own professional and personal woes feel small-minded. Additionally, everyone he meets seems to be leading a fuller life than Steiner. Steiner sees old friends and revisits familiar locales, haunted by his own history, as well as the uncannily contemporary worldview of Honoré de Balzac, the genius whose work obsesses Steiner. As he distractedly pursues the familiar rituals of an American in Paris, including quite a bit of shopping—thanks to Mary’s unembarrassed interest in fashion—Steiner meets two outspoken American war correspondents and a nightmarishly articulate Parisian attorney who pick away at his increasingly frail sense of self. While Mary continues as her husband’s most lovingly unforgiving critic, he contemplates the ways that he is being buffeted by history and economics. It is not until encountering a young Russian crippled in the war in Chechnya, and a comic denouement at the hands of the American Customs Service that Steiner begins to make sense of his decidedly unsentimental Christmas in Paris.
In My Father’s Fighter, Vincent Rosen, a 35-year-old Manhattan English teacher, inherits the management of a prizefighter from his father. The fighter is Mickey Davis, a white light-heavyweight contender with a doomed air, a reputation for dirty fighting, and plenty of neuroses and sexual obsessions. With his Ivy League education and bookish nature, Vincent does not share his father’s passion for boxing, yet is slowly seduced by the fighting world. This is a comic tale that moves from the privileged Upper East Side to the down-and-out bars of Las Vegas.
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