I normally do not read non-fiction often, and within that, even more rarely ever go for lurid "true crime" tales, but I found this book a page-turner - one I would never have picked up had it not been for a curious, personal turn of events.
It was 2 days after New Years', 2015, and my husband of just over two months hung up the phone. "Aunt Isabel called," he said. "Uncle John died on Tuesday." This was the fifth death in our families - the prior four had all been my relatives - since we had gotten married.
I pulled up the obituary for John, a former New Bedford police officer. I have been trying to put together a genealogy for my husband's family, the descendants of Portuguese immigrants who arrived in New Bedford, Massachusetts, in 1920, and thought there might be some helpful information in the obituary, since my husband's father was pretty reticent or forgetful about his childhood, and I didn't like to push. Sure enough, there was a list of John's siblings; one, Herbert, was predeceased.
"I told you about him," my husband reminded me, "He was the one in the Mafia. He killed himself."
"Wait. What?" I answered. "I don't remember this!"
"Stuck a gun in his mouth and blew out the back of his head. My dad has stories of being a kid that Herbert was always mean as hell, and always in trouble. John arrested him once."
"Really!"
"Yeah, his own brother. He was up on the Fairhaven Bridge, causing trouble - shooting up the bridge or taking potshots at passing cars or something, the story goes, and none of the other cops wanted to deal with him. They told John he had to go collect his brother, so John arrested him."
I promptly went to Google, and shortly found a 17 July 1970 newspaper article with the headline, "Man in traffic arrest identified as Barboza," in which Barboza and Herbert were arrested on illegal weapons and marijuana charges. Herbert was little more than a footnote in the article; clearly the focus was Barboza. Who was Barboza, and why was he so important? Growing up in upstate New York in the late 80s and 90s, I was removed, both by location and by time, from the Boston mob wars of the 1960s and 1970s. My knowledge of the New England Mafia pretty much began and ended with Whitey Bulger having recently been captured. I dug deeper. "Barboza was a hitman whose testimony sent Raymond Patriarca to prison."
"Patriarca!" exclaimed my husband, "He's a huge Mob boss!"
"And your uncle was basically BFFs with Joe "The Animal" Barboza who sent him to prison? Damn."
That pretty much clinched it: we were up all night reading articles, pulling up Wikipedia entries, and skimming through a 500+ page Congressional report titled, "Everything Secret Degenerates: The FBI's Use of Murderers as Informants." We also found a similarly long "Investigative Chronology" of the FBI's surveillance of the New England Mafia, detailing dates and contents of memos sent back and forth between field agents in Boston and J. Edgar Hoover, and tried to guess at what might be under the parts that were marked as "redacted." It was an overwhelming amount of information, and surely, I thought, someone has to have written a book on this already!
...which is a long digression regarding how I came to find this one. Much of my excitement for reading the book came, I admit, from this vaguely personal connection to the story and from so much of it taking place in the areas I am now so familiar with: Boston and the surrounding cities of Somerville and Revere; New Bedford, where I now live and where my husband grew up; the Lyman School - it still exists; I have driven through the campus on occasion while taking side-roads to avoid traffic on Rte 9 in Framingham, and had always assumed it was just another New England prep school. At the end of Chapter 20, Barboza has a secret meeting with a Patriarca representative in Freetown, just north of New Bedford, and brought along some trusted friends as backup - according to the "Investigative Chronology" we found, my husband's uncle was one of those trusted friends - a couple of Portuguese kids from the poorest side of New Bedford.
And in Chapter 21 came the part I was most eager to read: the description of Barboza's arrest on the Fairhaven Bridge. The fact that Barboza was not alone during his arrest here is a very minor omission regarding a very minor incident in Barboza's life (albeit the one that really re-embroiled him in the legal system, so, to him, perhaps not THAT minor), though I admit I was a trifle disappointed at not getting every detail, and it did make me wonder what other details might have been glossed over in descriptions of other events described.
I would call this book a very good primer on the New England mob scene from the mid 1950's through 1970's. It highlights major events and the contributing factors and players, but, naturally, a certain level of detail has been omitted, probably on the grounds of it not being truly necessary for the purposes of the focus of the book, which is, after all, Joe Barboza. The language and style are very accessible (notwithstanding that I smirked a bit when the author referred to women once or twice as the "softer sex" - people really still use that term these days?), and the book overall is very readable. While some reviewers have felt that the author has lengthy digressions on irrelevant material, I don't particularly agree - none of the digressions were particularly lengthy (a page or two at the most - this isn't Victor Hugo here), and serve to illustrate either other major events of the time period or the general environment surrounding the individuals involved.
Overall, I very much enjoyed the book, and appreciated having an encompassing view of the Boston Mafia wars and Joe Barboza's involvement - it gave me a much better understanding of the events, people, and time period mentioned in the Investigative Chronology and Congressional Report that we found. I sped through it in a matter of days, just reading while on my lunch break at work. The book provided me with a decent understanding of the events and people involved - and which gave us one last question to contemplate:
"You know," my husband mused eventually, "my mother's maiden name is Barboza. Spelled with a Z, not the usual S; I've never seen anyone else spell it with a Z."
"Oh, now that I think about it," his mother said when he asked her later, "there were a couple of Joe Barbozas somewhere in the family, but no one EVER talked about them. If anyone asked a question about them, they were shushed right away. So I really have no idea."