I really had mixed feelings about this book. On the one hand, the nitty gritty details on mob violence, police procedure, working conditions in the tunnels below NYC were incredibly thorough and totally convincing. Thomas Kelly has a real talent for creating terror and suspense and for putting ruthless criminals into explosive situations.
On the other hand, the emotional drama of the story is composed entirely of groaning cliches and stereotypes, the good guys are almost laughably predictable in who they are and what they do. The bad brother who coulda been a contendah in the fight game -- the good brother who gets an education and wants to leave the neighborhood behind -- are you kidding me with this stuff?
It doesn't help much that Thomas Kelly is writing from the Irish perspective and only from the Irish perspective. What I mean is, any crime, no matter how hateful or loathsome, is okay if the Irish are doing it. But when they Italians do exactly the same thing they are portrayed as vicious, insane, cowardly, dishonest, etc. Man does that double standard get old fast. Italians are all lying, treacherous, greasy Dago backstabbers -- the Irish are all crazy, sure, and violent, but only because they're such romantics at heart and they love a good fight.
Bone-crunching violence and cloying sentimentality do not mix. Throw in phony liberalism of the most one-dimensional sort (Ronald Reagan was a bad man, sure, but he did not invent racism, in or out of the Irish community) and you get a book that is incredibly compelling one minute and all but unreadable the next.
For all the visceral reality of the construction battles, Kelly's picture of NYC seems almost unreal at times. Where are all the blacks? Where are the Jews? Where are the Latinos, the Orientals, the homosexuals?
At times PAYBACK is a weird exercise in wishful thinking, STUDS LONIGAN reimagined as wistful nostalgia rather than outraged expose.
For all that, however, I have to say this book is a gripping read and one I have never forgotten.