"Monk was ugly in a way that you don't see anymore -- nineteenth-century ugly. His face, the aftermath of smallpox and brawls, looked like a stretch of Carolina landscape after a hurricane has blown over, with boats in the middle of town, cars overturned, cows hooked on flagpoles. You know what his face looked like? Like an art class sculpture by an eight-year-old: his ears cauliflowered, his nose really just the suggestion of a nose, his mouth a dark gash. His hair was parted neatly -- an odd, dandified touch, like a hat on a horse. He was around five feet five and weighed 150 pounds. Coming down a dark downtown street, he must have looked like death itself."
My god, Rich Cohen is an exuberant maniac, isn't he? And I write this with the highest possible praise. This crazy motherfucker has all the life of Nick Tosches, although Cohen -- despite working similar organized crime territory -- has his own particularly original flair, as can be seen in the above passage. So you not only get a tremendously entertaining book, but also a good faith effort to point out that, yes, there were Jewish mobsters -- not just Meyer Lansky -- who operated in the same Brooklyn sphere as the Italians and who were just as vicious. For Cohen, who has certain familial connections, this is a personal story. And I suspect that's also a significant reason why this volume is so alive! Cohen is also very good at investigating the mobster ethos. I had no idea that Lansky sent fifteen men to throw Nazis out of windows after the German-American Bund in 1939 or that Bugsy Siegel came extremely close to killing Goebbels in Rome when he was carrying on an affair with an Italian countess and the vile Nazi was in an adjacent hotel room. This book isn't just a quirky history. It also reckons with Jewish stereotypes, often put out by Jewish writers themsleves (see Richard Price in THE WANDERERS, which Cohen wisely quotes from). But it is, first and foremost, an immensely enjoyable book in which the over-the-top prose summoned some wild dopamine hit within me. I now have to read every motherfucking book that this guy has ever written. Because anyone who writes like this -- in such an unapologetically insane voice -- is definitely worth my hard-won reading time.