Word: gangsterized
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Dates: during 1960-1969
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...Gangster Manqué. When Miller keeps his voice (and his vice) down to a low howl, the book is good. Gentle accounts of his tailor father and his simple-minded sister are touched with skill, restraint and humor. More than the ranting, they help explain the near-psychopathic, angry compassion Miller felt for the sufferers in the suffocating world of Myrtle Avenue and Delancey Street. In a man more vicious, this anger might have made a gangster. In a man more conventional, it might have led to the kind of ambition that drove so many slum children to escape...
...bush, signed up four others before trekking into the bush after the first man. He bought. Another salesman lectured the Addis Ababa Rotary Club on mutuals, at meal's end had even the waiters trying to buy in. A salesman in Italy was less successful; Gangster Lucky Luciano died three days before their scheduled appointment...
Johnny gets out on parole. First night his cronies celebrate with a little corybantic in which gangster cuties are sent slithering across tables, sofas and floors as casually as spilled drinks. Johnny finds a nude Continental bunny (Margit Saad) in his own bed, and after that night she sticks as close to him as a birthmark. He has a bigger caper in mind, lifting ?40,000 from a race track. To the syncopated beat of the score, the job goes off with tingling finesse. In a bleak, snow-bitten field, Johnny digs a hole and buries his loot; two reels...
...main story line concerns the hero's search for the significance of an ancient adze, but some of the meanderings are more interesting. The rapt admirers of a Spanish bullfighter receive stigmata-like wounds in whatever part of the body their hero is gored. A New York gangster discovers that certain cactus spines are powerfully narcotic; one day he falls into a truckload of the cacti, is impaled on the spines, and dies of an overdose. In a strangely gripping passage, Mathews describes a heaven from which God has been banished. Its inhabitants run things as they...
Last week, Cicero Bookie Peter J. Bludeau, 50, was found stuffed in the trunk of another-his own 1959 Cadillac. He had been strangled with a wire, stabbed, kicked and beaten; he was left lying face up with a penny on his throat and his pockets turned out-standard gangster ceremonial for a stoolie. A fellow gambler, Harry A. Polay, 64, who was scheduled to testify before the Cook County grand jury, presumably to blow the whistle on syndicate gambling, has been missing since March...