An enjoyable read; but not very informative. Reski writes in a very unique style. It is full of emotion and thought; but very little analysis or even organization. It is almost as if two ladies decided to drive through Calabria and Sicily looking for the Mafia. Yes, Reski finds the Mafia. She interviews Marcello Fava, a cooperating witness. But the readers learn nothing about Fava's crimes or his associates. Instead, Reski reiterates how Fava felt and currently feels about his past and the future.
Reski's style is fresh, irritating, and humorous. I enjoyed her decision to visit the mafia compound of a Calabrian crime boss. What is the harm? The guy is one of Italy's most wanted. When Reski and her friend drive around the compound a group of young men rush out at them cursing. In he background is an older man who seems bewildered by the fashion sense and hair gel of the young toughs. Maybe he is directing them; maybe he is just watching them. Reski and friend are saved by police who just happen to visit the compound as well. A week later they learn that older man in the background was the wanted fugitive. What I found humorous was the way Reski casually castrates the hoodlums and their fugitive boss. Her unique way of describing the incident makes them all out to be cartoon versions of the image most people have of the mafia.
Not to be outdone, Reski and friend decide to repeat the same experience in Corleone, Sicily. This time, they arouse the anger of the wives, daughters, and mothers of the Riina-Bagarella Family. They yell insults at the journalist and dispatch a car full of toughs to pursue them. This game was a little more serious to Reski because she just stayed behind an armored car for a while until their pursuers left them. After what they went through in Calabria, why try it again? Reski was interested in the Mafia at the ground -level. How do the average Sicilians view the Mafia? How about the women and priests? I enjoyed the scene in the cafe where Reski quietly observed two women dressed in black flashing rolexes and diamonds while the owner hovered over them. When Reski asked him who they were, he shrugged his shoulders as if he did not know. It turns out they were the Riina-Bagarella women they antagonized later that day by driving around their home.
By the end of the book, this style was getting repetitive. Reski offered little detail or new insight into the Mafia except to explain why they are establishing footholds in Germany. Her chapters on religion, women, courts, etc reveal little if anything. The book is more like Thelma and Louise go driving through Sicily looking for the Mafia than an actual study of the Mafia. Her style is too casual and takes on the aurora of an op-ed rather than a news story.
Overall, I am glad I read it; but I cannot recommend it. Readers will learn little or nothing. Her clever wit and silver tongue make light of a serious topic. Her interviews of Mafia priests reminded me of news pundits asking political convention attendees carefully phrased questions to make them look buffoonish. Well, Reski employs a similar technique. Almost anyone she questions in the book appears to be annoyed or tired of her by the end of a brief conversation. That goes to her credibility as a journalist. She appears to antagonize her subjects rather than build trust or friendliness. When combined with random interjections by her traveling companion(s) and skipping around geography and time in this narrative, the reader can become easily confused about what Reski is writing about. One instance she is running away from Nina Bagarella. The next instance, she is sipping wine on a veranda in Palermo talking about photography. The only connection is the author who seems to be enjoying herself rather than investigating the honored society.