Joe Coughlin is a conflicted gangster in the 1940s. He’s killed a lot of people, broken a lot of
laws, and spent time in prison, but, despite all that, he has a moral compass
of sorts. He also has a nine-year-old
son, Tomas, whom he will protect at any cost.
The boy’s mother is dead, and keeping Tomas out of harm’s way is a
challenge for a father whose “thing” is mob-like, especially when Joe learns
that someone has ordered a hit on him.
No one in Joe’s circle of baddies can imagine why anyone would do this,
much less who would want him dead. This
novel is very violent, but it has a soul in its own way, but I was disappointed
in the ending. Also, Joe has taken to
seeing a ghost of his childhood self, and I did not understand that at all. Is the ghost supposed to represent his
innocence before he got caught up in the underworld? Certainly Joe does not reminisce about his
childhood, which was far less happy than his precarious and exciting adulthood. I get that Joe is honorable in his own way
and remorseful about some of the things he’s done in the past for the sake of
his corrupt empire. He makes some
difficult decisions that have devastating ramifications, and his
rationalizations make a distorted kind of sense. He has to weigh his loyalties to longtime
friends and associates against what is most important to him—Tomas. The plot held my attention, but this novel is
just too dark and depressing for me. I
like Lehane’s PI duo, Patrick and Angela, much better.
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