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FOR THE SINS OF MY FATHER: A Mafia Killer, His Son, and the Legacy of a Mob Life
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For The Sins of my Father
For The Sins of my Father
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“FOR THE SINS OF MY FATHER: A Mafia Killer, His Son, and the Legacy of a Mob Life” by Albert DeMeo



We all live with some kind of legacy that has molded our minds and directed our actions. Sometimes this legacy is one of honesty and respect for other people’s lives, sometimes it’s just a series of material things and very little else. Most of us, though, are lucky and can look back to our early years with a smile and find, among the many recollections, many fond memories of our parents, relatives, friends and neighborhood. Not everyone has that luck, though. There are people who have only horrible memories and fight all their life to forget the past and to avoid the trap of insanity. There are also people that have mostly good memories of their early years because life had masked the reality of the world around them. Albert DeMeo is one of them. In his For the Sins of My Father, he examines his life and shows us how his father was capable to be a loving parent, husband and son while running a series of illegal enterprises. What really surfaces is the conflict between the love for the father, and the attempt to rationalize his actions, and the realization that his father was not the man he thought he knew.

It is the story of a Mob child who thought “no one could have asked for a better father” than his because “he spent more time with me [him] than any of the other fathers in the neighborhood spent with their children”. He soon discovers, though, that not everything is what seems. He starts wondering about the strange conversations between his father and the numerous “uncles” that pervade his life. His father never avoids the questions and tells it to him as it is. Albert then tries to make sense of the newly discovered facts: “Uncle Vinny a thief? But he seemed so nice, and I could tell my father liked him. If my father liked him, he must be all right.”

The doubts grow with the years, but the justifications are ready made, as expected from a very young boy: “Did this envelope have money in it? A small knot grew in the pit of my stomach. I ignored it. If my father was doing it, it must be all right.” and “In spite of the things I heard and saw on my outings with him, the line between legal and illegal was blurry…” Little by little, however, the pressure builds up and the knowledge becomes involvement. He learns about guns at the age of six, owns one by nine years old and starts collecting his father’s loan payments by the tender age of fourteen. He is a criminal without the full realization of being one. He has been so absorbed in attempting to justify his father’s life and actions, and to be like him, just as most children do, that he has erased in his mind the line between right and wrong. His conscience works nevertheless and he develops an ulcer and the inability to sleep through a whole night.

The story progresses steadily and mercilessly through his adolescence, reaching the apparent apex at the kid’s seventeenth birthday, when his father gets murdered. The reality becomes at this time of his life more fantastic than fiction. The book covers many topics regarding the life of the infamous Roy DeMeo and his “Murder Machine”, but most of all shows us that “Bad guys are not bad guys twenty-four hours a day” and that even bad guys have their own apparent set of rules: “My father taught me to have respect for old people” and to “always treat a woman with respect, for she is somebody’s daughter, mother, or sister.”

A world of pretense, a “glass bubble” that eventually shatters and leaves everyone traumatized and outraged at the deception. The survivors will have to reconstruct their lives, trying to overcome the mental confusion that a revelation such as the one from this book carries.

I thought that the author said it all when he states that “Whatever else he had done, whoever else he had been, he had been my father, and I loved him more than my own life. And he had loved me. Whatever the world thought of either one of us, I had to hold on to that truth. I also had to grasp a new truth. I was not my father. I never had been.”

The book is available on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Sins-My-Father-Killer-Legacy/dp/0767906896/ref=sr_1_1?s=books&ie=UTF8&qid=1387698002&sr=1-1&keywords=for the sins of my father

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The Island of Tears.
by Milano52
Dec 26, 2013 | 24723 views | 0 0 comments | 266 266 recommendations | email to a friend | print | permalink
There are numerous volumes that have been published on the tragedy of 9/11; some excellent and inspirational, other just manipulative. The topic of 9/11 is indisputably poignant and current. I was recently honored by a request to write a preface for the poetry book titled “The Island of Tears”. The author, Giulia Poli Disanto, wrote these philosophical and insightful verses as a tribute to the fallen victims and heroes of that catastrophic day.

The true spirit of the poet has taken up this significant and historical event and embraced it. Her love for New York City and all it symbolizes, this enchanted metropolis that “resurrected from the ashes as the mythic Phoenix”, is genuine and concrete.

The book was originally written in Italian and it is published by Ideapress, a Brooklyn publisher, in both languages, face to face. The advantage naturally will go to the readers who understand a bit of that language, giving them the opportunity to savor even more the verses in the original version.

Although the poet’s ancestry is in Italy, in the southern region of Apulia, her heart is American, and she feels she belongs among the “plurality of this wonderful city which has been scarred for life by the events of that day”. The many articles that have appeared on L’Idea Magazine, a Brooklyn quarterly, have confirmed her connection to New York City, as well as her understanding of the readers’ desires; the book’s lyrics substantiate her love for this fantastic city.

In The Island of Tears, the reader can experience the raw emotions that every New Yorker has suffered in those days, the awful sensation of disbelief that had struck the hard working people from this marvelous city, admired for its resilience all over the world, the moments of fear, surprise, dread, bewilderment, worry, dismay, which have been associated with this horrifying and unanticipated attack on the Western World and what it stood for.

The delicate verses and the gentle soul of Giulia Poli Disanto sort out all these feelings for the reader. The author cannot be accused of attempting to trivialize the moment or to use images that could disturb us. Her verses are genuine, and so is her message. Her interests and worries are for the everyday man who has endured, in the twinkling of an eye, the devastation of an undeclared and cruel conflict.

Her poetry is appreciably charged with “imagery of love, friendship, hope and understanding, and observations of deep sensitivity and perception, all blended in free flowing verses of a stunning beauty and hermetic might”. Her message is more than evident and it is worthy of the appreciation of the reader as much as her poetry does.

The wonderful photographs by Daniel Portalatin have their own lyrical value and definitely complement and enrich ever more the book.

The introduction is a personal chronicle of that day by Albert Hickey, an ex-detective who lived that day and the aftermath as a first responder. It is well written and it has a undisputable flavor of immediacy and reality; a tinge of melancholy is present throughout its fast paced sentences, but the emphasis is always on hope and the preservation of the memories of that day. Over all, the Island of Tears (L’Isola delle Lacrime) is a book which should be read and cherished by anyone who remembers that tragic day.

Publisher's Website: http://www.ideapress-usa.com/

Publisher's email (Idea Press): idea1000@aol.com

Books is available on Kindle: http://www.amazon.com/THE-ISLAND-OF-TEARS-POETRY-ebook/dp/B00GXDJMSE/ref=sr_1_12?ie=UTF8&qid=1386802703&sr=8-12&keywords=island of tears

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SPORTS ON THE BRAIN: BASEBALL.
by Milano52
Dec 20, 2013 | 25318 views | 0 0 comments | 750 750 recommendations | email to a friend | print | permalink
Joe Soccoa’s book, “Sports on the Brain: Baseball,” is an interesting mixture of debates and facts regarding baseball, organized in a logical and pleasant manner, allowing the reader to absorb the notions and commentary while enjoying the fast pace of the book. “I debate sports because that is what I believe I’m good at,” writes the author in his introduction to this refreshing and new approach to book writing.

We certainly have to agree with him that he is good at debating sports, and in particular baseball, of which I finally understood a bit more, thanks to his explanations. The “Game of Baseball,” a complete description of the rules of this game, is followed by “Controversies of the Game,” a chapter touching a few topics, with an emphasis on drug use in that sport. The “Evil Empire” traces the Yankees history and their feud with the Red Sox, while “The Boss” comments on the legendary George Steinbrenner.

There are chapters on all the relevant facts of baseball, from the owners and fans polemics to the “Evolution of the game;” no major item is untouched. That is what makes this book a perfect blend of statistics, rules, commentary, debates and personal opinions. As the author states, “Baseball is America’s game. No matter where you may go, some will always have baseball in your heart.” Being that the case, it would be nice for even the sports-negated individuals to read this book and gain some knowledge about baseball, which could be used in casual conversations and who knows, may also turn them on to the sport itself.

We are certainly looking forward to the next title of this Sports on the Brain series...

Publisher's email: idea1000@aol.com

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“We Weren’t Always White”; ANTI-ITALIANISM, ESSAYS ON A PREJUDICE
by Milano52
Dec 14, 2013 | 44086 views | 0 0 comments | 630 630 recommendations | email to a friend | print | permalink

This book is a marvelous opus which deserves to be recognized for its innovative approach to the topic of Anti-Italianism.  As William J. Connell affirms, “The essays in this volume were written… with the idea of looking very hard at the experiences Italian Americans have had with issues of discrimination and stereotyping.” And it does so with a command of the subject that reflects the deep experience and knowledge of the various contributors. 

Fred Gardaphé writes: “Whether they like it or not, Italian Americans cannot escape the fact that they weren’t always white.” It is a powerful statement and it merits some pondering upon it. The volume presents the opportunity to involve ourselves in our recent past history and discover the truth behind our integration within the American system, because knowing the truth can only help us understand, respect even more our progenitors and at the same prevent such horrible events from ever recurring.

These and many other keen observations are abundant throughout the book, along with many statistics and facts offered with fervor and extreme correctness. The result is brilliant and undeniably it challenges us to think, reconsider our beliefs and knowledge of our heritage, and reevaluate our reactions and our way of life. It is a book of revelations for most of us.

There is a wonderful essay by Peter Vellon about our “colored” past, when Italians were defined by many Americans (and most often by government agents) as “between white men and negroes”, prone to crime and disease, harder to assimilate, less literate and less desirable than Northern Europeans, and lynching was frequently used to keep them under control. Peter R. D’Agostino offers a very interesting insight on the manipulations of the Italians in America by the Roman Catholic Church, while Elizabeth G. Messina proposes a study of the sociopolitical and historical contexts which triggered the stigmatization of Italian immigrants. Her ability to demonstrate beyond refute the misuse of statistical data is remarkable. She ushers us in a world where a renowned American researcher in 1922 may impudently state that Italian immigrants were so “depraved they hardly belong to our species”, imbeciles with primitive brain structures, “scarcely superior to that of the ox.” It is not only intriguing to read this essay, but also a bit troubling for the blatant inhumaneness that emerges. Let’s not forget that our own president Theodore Roosevelt had declared, a few years earlier, that there is “no such thing as a hyphenated American who is a good American”.

LindaAnn  Loschiavo proposes a profound and vibrant analysis of the structures that allow other ethnic groups and minorities to achieve a more consequential place in our society by valuing and rewarding their writers and artists. The study also points out shortcomings by our own Italian American organizations and the reasons that may be prompting them. Loschiavo, though, does not only criticize these organizations lack of interest in the development of ‘our own’ creative minds in the Arts, but she also offers real answers, easy and straightforward, and we hope that someone “out there” is listening to her clear and applicable solutions to this self-inflicted failure.

This book will undeniably challenge the reader to reflect upon, evaluate and  find a connection to the significant and compelling topics that the essayists dared to focus on.

On sale on Amazon: http://www.amazon.com/Anti-Italianism-Prejudice-Italian-American-Studies/dp/023010830X/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&qid=1386817919&sr=8-1&keywords=antiitalianism

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“TheSpaghetti Set” by Rose Marie Maisto Boyd
by Milano52
Dec 07, 2013 | 26611 views | 0 0 comments | 660 660 recommendations | email to a friend | print | permalink

It is very refreshing to see that there are still writers who are able to touch us and getting us involved in their imaginary world without offering tales of violence and sex. The Spaghetti Set is a powerful novel, written in a soft and distinct style, which will please both the Italian American reader who is looking for a story to identify with and the average American reader who is looking for intense feelings without gore or foul language.  The characters are all intertwined by destiny in what seems to appear as an average Italian immigrants’ community, but just as in every social group, there are individuals who shine and rise above the crowd, while others fall in the gutter where they belong and try to slither through their lives without regard to feelings, family ties or duties. The magnificent work done by Rose Marie Boyd (don’t let the name fool you, she is full bloodied Italian) on the characters’ development shows through the fast pace of the narrative, which is more than inviting. At times you feel as part of one family or the other (this is the story of two families tied by a common bond), but you cannot ever be detached and ignore the growing pains, the elations, the sorrows, the spiritual contortions of the main characters, who by the end of the book become as part of your memories as your own uncles, aunts and cousins…

Teresa , the heroine of the story, is a young woman who becomes the joining link between these two families. She is the seed of renewal that is needed in a somewhat static society of a fictitious Little Italy, where she brings her enthusiasm, intelligence, wits and desire to succeed, allowing the love of her life Mack, the other main character, to find himself and overcome the physical impediments that made his life miserable.  Through love the novel soars, but it is not only love that drives the story. The dominant instincts of life are all present and fighting for prevalence. Greed fights honesty, while lust fights purity, but underneath it all stands tall the love for the family, so strong among Americans of Italian descent, and their deep belief that work will bring success.

The author has done an outstanding job at building a fictional world that will definitely absorb the attention of the reader. There are many Italian expressions in the book and most often they will bring a smile to the readers’ lips for their simple sense of humor and their ability to recreate the characters in a credible manner.  Personally, I could not put the book down without knowing how it ended, and that is what every writer should aim at: the attention of the reader.

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