This is one of the worst edited books I have come across, indeed there appears to have been no editing at all, save the selection of accounts. The accounts themselves are at times impenetrable so devoid are they of context. There are so many names of mobsters introduced that it is difficult to know exactly who is (or was) who, and the same people pop up in different chapters but without any cross-referencing. The accounts themselves are snippets of larger works and the "introductions" to them are poorly written. At times it is not clear whether the accounts are written in the first person or the third person, or are actually being interchanged. So, I started out really disliking the book. However, I persisted, and it grew on me. For all its faults, I began to feel that these raw, first-hand, subjective accounts were, in their similarity and brutal nature, providing a real insight into life in the mob, or at least part of the life in the mob, since the accounts do tend to focus on the killings rather than the more mundane racketeering. Towards the end, I felt the similarities bordered too much on the same sort of thing, but the message got across. I felt I learnt something from this book, especially about the old Sicilian Mafia in North America. I suspect the book could have been half as long and served its purpose.