i would describe this not so much as a book as a meticulous summary of every old nyc newspaper the author could find that mentions gay bars and the mafia, basically a 200-page list of every gay bar anyone in the mob has ever associated with, and where it was, and what other crimes they did. i didn't mind this. here are some guys i learned existed: eddie "dolls" decurtis, two gun izzy, eddie the blonde, michael "mikey muscles" dicarlo, benny "the bum" de martino, joey the clown lombardo, tim newark, tony bender, johnny the bug, and joe "new york" lisciandrello, who had since moved to chicago. this is really the modern problem with men, is that none of them will consent to getting called johnny the bug anymore.
here are two 50s shorthands for gay bars: "daffodil dens" and "the bird circuit." i learned one of the ways the mafia strategically made money off gays was by always installing a pay-per-song jukebox in the joint. smart. very smart. i'm already putting an unbelievable amount of quarters in this guy. i learned that the guy who organized the first italian american coalition event on columbus day was whacked by the mob at the close of the national anthem on, again, columbus day bcs they were like hey, don't draw attention to us. terrific! this is true italian american heritage. these are the traditions my cousins should be honoring.
i did not learn basically anything about lesbians or about the cultural variance in lesbian and gay bars but i did learn about two separate mafiosi bouncers, one of whom was known for "acting dumb," who fell in love with drag queens. unfortunately i did not learn very much about them because, again, the book is a list of previously published or real estate record gossip more interested in the quantitative extent of mob control and crimes (the author's bio mentions one time someone called him "a whistleblower") than in how this informed people's lives, sense of self, choices, or relationships, and thus it is completely free of analysis, interview, context, or editorializing save for precisely one paragraph when the author suddenly breaks in to say "good men have nothing to do with goodfellas" (verbatim quote). true, i'm sure!
the book is also entirely about new york except one fast chapter at the end about chicago, which i thought was very funny. what else turned out to be very funny is that i was reading this in public on various trains wearing what my aunt calls tony soprano shirts, and it made other people visibly abruptly quite uncertain about me, like maybe i was studying how to do the mafia while being evidently gay.