For those who don’t know it, I grew up in a part of Illinois that’s relatively close – just a bit downstate – from Chicago. (No, I won’t mention it by name.) Now, I’ve never been able to verify this story, but rumor has it that some of the men who used to work for Al Capone made a visit to my humble little town. It was very late in Roaring Twenties, and allegedly the men were looking to muscle in on some of the gambling dens that had taken hold in that part of the county. When the local stiffs put up some resistance, it was agreed that all interested parties would show up on the edge of town where they’d fight it out.
So the story goes that Capone’s men showed up, and they had knives, brass knuckles, and clubs. When my hometown ancestors got out of their cars, they had shotguns. Only shotguns. No one was killed, but the word around town was that, while Capone’s Outfit was in existence, even Snorky himself said my hometown was ‘off limits.’
As I said, I’ve never been able to verify that tale, but I can say this: while I was in grade school in the early 1970’s there were always an inordinate amount of kid’s school papers written about Al Capone. Because of that story – as well as the fact that the Big Guy himself enjoyed a popularity practically unheard of within Illinois and beyond its borders – I and all of my classmates seemed to know who he was. Other towns had football heroes or baseball players or coaches that inspired the youth, and my little berg had Capone.
I suppose that this ‘maybe’ brush with history is part and parcel of why I’ve always enjoyed reading true crime books from that era, mainly the start of Prohibition through its repeal and up to the end of World War II. Because organized crime truly became something different – a whole new monster unto itself – while the Roaring Twenties, the Great Depression, and Hitler were dominating the newspaper headlines, I think there’s just so much more left to be discovered from these days. All of this – the birth of the Syndicate – happened right under everyone’s noses, making it all the more tempting to explore and understand.
Thus, I picked up GET CAPONE figuring I was going to be treated to yet just one more exploration of Snorky and his days in Chicago, but Jonathan Eig’s book is a bit different from so much of what I’ve read before largely because it’s clear the man has done some serious research. Sure, the facts are all there – very little of what’s in here substantively remains unchanged from the days it was first reported way back when and has been written about in countless other biographies; what’s a bit different here is ‘the flavor.’ Clearly, Eig has scoured newspapers and police reports from that era, and he’s probably uncovered and read any and all published interviews Capone gave. (There are plenty, as Capone has been called the first media-savvy crook there ever was.) From these accounts, Eig has amassed an amazing amount of what I’ve always called ‘living commentary.’
Go back and read some of the reportage from the 1920’s and 1930’s, and you’re likely to learn that reporters loved to insert themselves into their pieces. Perhaps more than any other, this was an era where ‘the experience’ was what newspaper editor wanted hawked. Clearly, the various outlets could always report the facts; what these men and women were interested in was the experience of brushing Capone’s elbow as a man on the street. Certainly, it’s no secret that the common man opposed Prohibition, making it even less secret that working stiffs appreciated Capone’s efforts to let them have their beers and drink ‘em too.
As a consequence, reporters were quick with anecdotes. Capone said X to the crowd. Someone in the crowd asked Y. And then a good laugh was had by all.
It’s this never-ending parade of anecdotes – yarns about this and that, tales about a kind word here or there, narratives about the Outfit’s days doing this or that – that gives GET CAPONE so much of the flavor that makes it a worthwhile read. It’s a living, breathing account of history captured in part by those who were there, and Eig carries that into his prose to great effect.
Certainly, I can understand how some reviewers might pass over GET CAPONE because – in the final estimation – the facts have no much changed since they were documented in history. Furthermore, because so much has been written, there’s an even greater risk that some authors may have mischaracterized the role of George Johnson or the White House or even Elliot Ness all for the benefit of increasing their own book sales. (Eig does make a few suggestions late in the book regarding how well or how prominent Ness ultimately played into Capone’s downfall, and I’m not entirely convinced he has that accounting down pat.) So if that’s your liking, then this one may not interest you as much as it did me. But if you want a tale that allows for you to feel perhaps more a part of the action then do yourself a favor and crack this open.
HIGHLY RECOMMENDED. Al Capone wasn’t a perfect man, not by any stretch of the imagination … but I emerged from reading GET CAPONE: THE SECRET PLOT THAT CAPTURED AMERICA’S MOST WANTED GANGSTER feeling like I understood him a bit better than I did before I read this. Is it an accurate portrait drawn from historical fact? It may not be … but I suspect it’s accurate for those of Capone’s era, and that says something.