The book was published in 1993. It doesn't necessarily travel very well to today's readers. When reading this I figured the author has to be in my age bracket and has to be Jewish, probably with older relatives that had been survivors.
I think the Godfather came out in 1969 or 1970. That was at a time frame where first generation Irish, Jews, Italians were largely working class and laborers. They may not have been around rich people but were the folks who were their electricians and plumbers and had delis that provided food to the much higher class and sometimes ruthless people. The persons in this book, as characters, came across as first generation Americans. Readers who probably were in junior higher high school when a lot of this was going on would get this. My mind still a lot of going back and forth and remembering maybe being in the background when some of the important folks that were first generation, as mentioned above, came around and we were not to talk or not to make eye contact.
I fully realize that there are many discrepancies and inequalities with immigrants and their descendants today that largely outweigh that generations that came over in the early 1900s. However, it was a thing. It was a big thing that influnced their lives and was material for a lot of books and movies.
My adult children would not understand the book and would probably not read it, nor would their friends. I am not sure if that was the intent of the author but it is right in your face if you are familiar with that lifestyle.
I did like the Jesse Stone and Gus Murphy stories better. But I plowed through this and I'm trying to read all of his books because it is like reading the work of a favorite cousin that you used to tease it the Thanksgiving dinner table.