There’s not an ounce of Mario Puzo’s romanticism in this grimly riveting tale of crime and punishment.
Italian journalist/novelist Saviano continues his exploration of Neapolitan youth gangs with a sequel to The Piranhas: The Boy Bosses of Naples (2018).
Nicolas Fiorillo, who bears the nom de crime Maraja, is emphatically not a nice guy. As Saviano’s novel opens, we find him in an obstetrics ward, where he’s about to rub out a newborn boy. “Come s’accide ’nu criaturo, Tuca’?” How do you kill a baby, Tucano?” he asks a lieutenant. He’s got reason: The baby is the son of the man who killed his brother, just one chit in a long roster of back-and-forth murders among the paranzas, the savage youth gangs, of Naples. Maraja has what might be called a Napoleonic complex, but he really wants to be the Godfather: “Nicolas had always had a weak spot for Don Vito Corleone. He felt just like him: courage above everything else. But that ignoramus of a lawyer was having trouble even registering his Brando imitation.” But there are other, grown-up Godfathers whom he must serve first, moving drugs, illegal weapons, prostitutes, and other contraband for bosses like a certain Don Vittorio, to whom Nicolas pledges fealty with the decidedly medieval act of delivering the detached head of a murdered rival. Nicolas is a gangster, but a learned one, preparing to relate the story of Hasdrubal Barca, the Carthaginian leader whom the Romans beheaded, “which is the way of victors.” Instead, writes Saviano, Maraja can barely squeak out, “Don Vitto’, is this loyalty enough to make you trust the paranza?” Alas, the tests are many, and when Nicolas falls short of them, betrayed by his endless ambition and inexperience, he must pay a stiff penalty. The wheel continues to turn, though; the book closes with teenage boys even younger than Maraja, Tucano, Lollipop, and the other young gangsters of a gang that burns, stabs, and shoots its way to renown and even adulation.
There’s not an ounce of Mario Puzo’s romanticism in this grimly riveting tale of crime and punishment.Pub Date: Sept. 8, 2020
ISBN: 978-0-374-10795-6
Page Count: 400
Publisher: Farrar, Straus and Giroux
Review Posted Online: June 16, 2020
Kirkus Reviews Issue: July 1, 2020
Uneven but fitfully amusing.
Betrayed by her husband, a severely depressed young woman gets drawn into the over-the-top festivities at a lavish wedding.
Phoebe Stone, who teaches English literature at a St. Louis college, is plotting her own demise. Her husband, Matt, has left her for another woman, and Phoebe is taking it hard. Indeed, she's determined just where and how she will end it all: at an oceanfront hotel in Newport, where she will lie on a king-sized canopy bed and take a bottle of her cat’s painkillers. At the hotel, Phoebe meets bride-to-be Lila, a headstrong rich girl presiding over her own extravagant six-day wedding celebration. Lila thought she had booked every room in the hotel, and learning of Phoebe's suicidal intentions, she forbids this stray guest from disrupting the nuptials: “No. You definitely can’t kill yourself. This is my wedding week.” After the punchy opening, a grim flashback to the meltdown of Phoebe's marriage temporarily darkens the mood, but things pick up when spoiled Lila interrupts Phoebe's preparations and sweeps her up in the wedding juggernaut. The slide from earnest drama to broad farce is somewhat jarring, but from this point on, Espach crafts an enjoyable—if overstuffed—comedy of manners. When the original maid of honor drops out, Phoebe is persuaded, against her better judgment, to take her place. There’s some fun to be had here: The wedding party—including groom-to-be Gary, a widower, and his 11-year-old daughter—takes surfing lessons; the women in the group have a session with a Sex Woman. But it all goes on too long, and the humor can seem forced, reaching a low point when someone has sex with the vintage wedding car (you don’t want to know the details). Later, when two characters have a meet-cute in a hot tub, readers will guess exactly how the marriage plot resolves.
Uneven but fitfully amusing.Pub Date: July 30, 2024
ISBN: 9781250899576
Page Count: 384
Publisher: Henry Holt
Review Posted Online: Sept. 13, 2024
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I Who Have Never Known Men ($22.00; May 1997; 224 pp.; 1-888363-43-6): In this futuristic fantasy (which is immediately reminiscent of Margaret Atwood's The Handmaid's Tale), the nameless narrator passes from her adolescent captivity among women who are kept in underground cages following some unspecified global catastrophe, to a life as, apparently, the last woman on earth. The material is stretched thin, but Harpman's eye for detail and command of tone (effectively translated from the French original) give powerful credibility to her portrayal of a human tabula rasa gradually acquiring a fragmentary comprehension of the phenomena of life and loving, and a moving plangency to her muted cri de coeur (``I am the sterile offspring of a race about which I know nothing, not even whether it has become extinct'').
Pub Date: May 1, 1997
ISBN: 1-888363-43-6
Page Count: 224
Publisher: N/A
Review Posted Online: May 19, 2010
Kirkus Reviews Issue: May 1, 1997
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