Sunday, July 25, 2010
The Rembrandt Affair by Daniel Silva
West Coast Don
Friday, July 16, 2010
The Sleeping Doll by Jeffrey Deaver
West Coast Don
Monday, July 5, 2010
Foreign Influence by Brad Thor
Shakedown by Charlie Stella

Bobby Genarro used to run a betting office for the local Mafiya family and it did pretty well. But he met a woman, Lin Yao and everything changed. He begged out of the life, wants to find a legit jog, marry Lin Yao, and make babies.
But the mob life has changed in recent years. Seems like every time a wiseguy gets picked up by the Feds, he rolls over on his old employers getting a new life somewhere well outside of NYC. The remaining wiseguys are left to clean up the messes and kill whomever they think could be the next to roll. The old loyalties have gone the way of the proverbial dodo bird. So when a guy either disappears or drops out, there must be a better reason than going legit and getting married. Bobby’s old bosses want to know if he is cooperating with the police. And they figure that Bobby made off with some of the profits from the old office and want some significant cash.
Tommy Agro, a wiseguy who can’t quite keep his analogies and metaphors straight, runs the local crew. He is training a new guy, a former U Michigan football player who bench presses 500 lbs named Forzino (he got hurt as a senior and missed out on a pro career) and is the nephew of some bigger boss; lotta muscle and potential, but short on experience. Joe Quack is Tommy’s boss, and apparently hung like a horse, which he uses to his advantage.
The NYPD organized crime unit is watching this part of the mob kind of implode on itself, but one of the 2 cops turns out to be dirty and working his own agenda. Forzino moved to NY with his fiance, Sally, who is kinda taken by the mob life and ends up bedding Joe Quack (and being sore for days afterward).
Bobby thinks he knows how to handle Agro and his crew so he can keep what money he has and avoid paying anybody anything, or at least get off on the cheap. But Agro sends in an Irish freelancer to convince Lin Yao to get Bobby to pay up. But things go south, Lin Yao gets snatched and her cousin, the head of a local Chinese street gang, decides to secure his family’s honor.
What started out as a simple shakedown escalates into nearly a full-blown war between the Italians, Chinese, and an Irish group trying to make some inroads. Bad guys are kidnapped by other bad guys, fingers are cut off, a hostage exchange is screwed up, the dirty cop surfaces, Forzino learns about his wife and Joe Quack (and does what a wiseguy in training should do); basically all hell breaks loose in this little corner of the Vignieris family.
As with his other books, this one follows a winning pattern: a good guy trying to do the right think, wiseguys out for themselves and their crew, a good cop and a bad cop. Never having been to NYC for more than a flight transfer, the descriptions of NYC made unknown locales pop in my mind’s eye. And don’t forget the dialogue that grabs you by the throat and drags you into Gennaro’s world. And as always, I fail miserably trying to describe Stella's intricate plotting.
But this is a sad day. I now have read through all Mr. Stella’s books and will have to patiently await what comes next from Stella’s fertile, if deliciously twisted, imagination.
BTW, thanks to the Knuckmeister hisself for arranging copies of earlier titles that seemed to be awfully hard to come by. With all the crap sitting on the shelves at B/N and Borders, you’d think quality storytelling would deserve some retail real estate. Sort of makes you go ‘hmmm.’ No wonder big box book stores are hurting; they wouldn’t know quality crime fiction if Forzino whacked mgmt across the face with any of Stella’s work.
East Coast Don