A second reading of this fictional work made me realize how bad this novel is. The plot is absurd. The characters are cartoonish. And the ending is really, really bad. The writing and dialogue are solid. There are some good scenes and dialogue; but the idea that two yuppie journalists would inherit the mob is...bad.
Pulitzer-prize winning journalist William Gordon knew about Uncle Max the gangster. When one of Max's associates reveals Max's will to William. It appears that Uncle Max left William his share of the underworld, including his partner Mafia boss Luigi Spadafore. Blinded by greed, William eagerly looks to claim his inheritance along with his journalist friend from Vietnam, John Flanagan, and his lesbian girlfriend Jupiter Evans. Hijinks ensue until people are killed.
Maybe this book was intended to be comical. There are some really absurd moments that could be funny. Flanagan especially tries to antagonize and humiliate the gangsters. His nonsense and cavalier approach to the entire escapade reeks of stupidity. Of course, Mafia gangsters of the 1980s did not act like Luigi, Sesti, and the rest of them. Cartoonish. The entire premise was farsical. And then, people started getting killed. William realizes they are in way over their head and tries to back out. But he is too late. The fun ended.
It was very hard to like anyone. Rooting for William was not like rooting for Frodo Baggins or Harry Potter. For one thing, William did nothing. Not one damn thing in the entire novel. Everything was handed to him including the profits from the mob. It was disgusting. The fact that he regularly slept with the alluring lesbian actress Jupiter Evans made the story even worse. He was no James Bond. He was more Ignatius P. Reilly. The rest of the cast were similarly unlikable. The bizarre relationship between Gordon and his dad was even more difficult to accept because only at the end did Dad try to help him by recruiting an army of octogenarian Jewish gangsters.
Then there is the climax. Jesus / Azlan / Jerry Schulman came to the rescue. He formulated a strategy and the other weirdos carried it out. It starts out promising. They write up news stories that libelously humiliate the Mafia. Then they create a riot at their headquarters by calling in a bogus pizza-eating contest. And just like that, peace is made, and the heroes inherit the mob. Oh my God how awful. Maybe it would have been funny, if not so many people had died. One person was even scalped. Good grief.
The writing and dialogue were good. I enjoyed the old Jewish gangsters kibitzing. It is Jewish humor at its finest with William Gordon being the only normal person in the room and everyone else is a lunatic (think Seinfeld). They were easy-going, fun, almost normal. But this novel is not Jerry Seinfeld meets John Gotti. This is the Simpsons version of Maggie meeting Big Fat Paulie from the Family Guy cartoon. The redeeming humor would have been better if there was not a violent streak to the story.
Overall, I do not recommend for anyone, unless you are studying Jewish humor. It has nothing for casual readers, historians, or mob buffs. This is no Godfather. Chavets lampoons everyone and everything while also adding a violent (and dirty - the book has a lot of sex) episodes. Aside from punking the Mafia with the pizza-eating contest, the book has little redeeming value. How the lead character walked away with the money, the girl, and the job is infuriating.