Although I found the book to be an aria in self pity (even more so this time, than when I read it in the '80s), it did bring to mind some of those classic tales of New York mobdom. JB's version of his kidnapping/disappearance in 1964 actually needs to be read to be disbelieved.

Here's a what if, TB.

What if Joe Magliocco didn't do everyone involved a favor by dropping dead of a heart attack?

Were Magliocco and Bonanno wily enough to do battle against Lucchese, Gambino and Magaddino?