Violence is no stranger to Brooklyn's Troutman Street, a place where whores, junkies, businesses, cars, and dreams go to die. But here, in a junkyard on Troutman Street, three men search for redemption. Stoney wakes up with a hangover every morning. He loves his family, but they're terrified of him. One more DWI and he'll do time that he can't afford. His partner Tommy would run their "business" right into the ground -- or make them a fortune; no way to tell which. Tommy Roselli, a.ka. "Fat Tommy," a.ka. "Tommy Bagadonuts" knows the best restaurants in New York and how much to tip the maître d' in each one. He knows who to call if he really wants you sleeping with the fishes. If you met Tommy, you'd remember him. But he'd remember you, your phone number, your wife's name, and what his chances with her are. Tuco has a gift, one that will come in handy for Stoney and Tommy when people start dying on Troutman Street. But as he learns to use it -- struggling to walk the line between family, friends, and the law -- he almost forgets the first rule of Troutman Watch your back.
Norman Green reports this about himself: "I have always been careful, as Mark Twain advised, not to let schooling interfere with my education. Too careful, maybe. I have been, at various times, a truck driver, a construction worker, a project engineer, a factory rep, and a plant engineer, but never, until now, a writer." He lives in Emerson, New Jersey, with his wife.
A bare-knuckle literary thriller **never thought I would put those words together** that takes you into the dark shadows of human nature. A gritty portrayal of life on the streets. Quite the debut.
I couldn't get behind the characters. Some minor plot developments recieved more emphasis then the main storyline. It felt jumbled together. This might be better as a movie.
This book is a throwback to a different era. I kept having to look at the copyright page to remind myself it was written in 2002 and not 1972.
Everything from the loose non-structure to the considerable time spent on irrelevant character traits to the obvious, simplistic metaphors gave the feel of a 1970s "streetwise" literary novel. There is very little about the book that gives it a concrete place in the present. It is a contemporary novel that feels dated.
The lack of momentum and slow first half otherwise step on what could have been a much better book. There is a lot of good in this book, but it could use more craft. I'll definitely keep an eye on Green's other books.
First time with this author. Very well written. I really didn’t want to like the characters in this this dark tale about the underbelly of NYC on Troutman St., but the writer skillfully seduced me to not only like them, but to root for them. I just might read another book by Norman Green
Only because I couldn't give it no stars. This is the worst fiction I've read in some time. Didn't care for anyone-----didn't even always fully get what was happening. Awful.
Read for the second time, enjoyed all the references to Brooklyn and the Bronx, all the bridges, expressways, etc. all so familiar from when I was a kid. Liked the characters so much.