I have read all of Richard Price's novels. Bloodbrothers will always be my favorite.
The scene: Co-op City, a large middle class housing development in the North Bronx. This is where Richard Price grew up. It's still there, you can catch a glimpse of it passing by on the interstate (Northbound I-95, to be precise). Even if this story isn't exactly about his specific family, Price knows these people, he's in their skin. They lived next door. Or downstairs. My older son, who loves this book too, thinks that Price is really Albert, the quirky, forlorn and abused younger son.
I first read this book a long time ago, when I was really young and lacking in any serious life experience. From my young person perspective, it was easy to read this tale as merely desperate and sad and fall into dismay that Stony (an anti-hero if there ever was one) turned his back on his one chance to escape, in the process becoming more-or-less a junior version of his Dad. You know, going to the Dark Side - like Darth Vader.
As an older person, I have a more nuanced perspective. Stony - hip, physically attractive, chip off the old block - is tres cool but has few if any inner resources. He has moments when he recognizes the big "something else", but he is not brave nor is he strategic; he has no real capacity to plan or to think outside the box. The fact that his father can land him a union job, no questions asked, is probably more than he could do for himself in an otherwise complex world.
On the other hand, I think we can all assume that Albert has gone on to other things :-).