The focus of most true crime books is usually narrow, centering on a particular criminal and/or crime(s). Paddy Whacked is a different beast, much more ambitious, taking a healthy swipe at being something larger: a criminal history of a people and culture, starting in the mid-1800s, and coming up to the near present (2003). In this period, author T.J. English provides you with quite a few colorful characters, and mayhem galore. Given the nature of the subject, there's a healthy (but understandable) dose of hyperbole. Some of these guys escape any real history, because their activities are done largely in the shadows. English pretty much has to rely on stories and hunches. Still, the range is impressive, and often surprising. (For example, I was unaware that there was such a large Irish presence in New Orleans.) But basically the book focuses on the cities -- and the crimes, of New York, Chicago, Boston, and Cleveland (which was another surprise). The "hit list" is for the most part obvious: Owney Madden, Dean (not Dion) O'Banion, Legs Diamond, Bugs Moran, Whitey Bulger, etc. And that's all cool, but blood soaked stuff. However, the fascinating layering English adds to this Irish stew are the various characters that operate in a gray area where politics, law enforcement and crime sort of bleed into each other. Political fixers like Thomas Pendergrast (Kanas City), New York City mayor Jimmy Walker, union president Joe Ryan (See On the Waterfront), dirty FBI agent and Whitey Bulger enabler, John Connolly, and more, show a level of corruption that reaches well beyond the mean streets. It also often gave the Irish strength beyond their numbers.
Toward the end, I was more than a little put off by English's overly sympathetic portrayal of Mickey Featherstone, a psycho killer for the New York Irish gang called the "Westies." Featherstone, who is probably insane, had killed 3 people before he even joined a gang. But the courts kept putting him back on the street. By then he was ready for a criminal career that involved murder, cutting up bodies in bathtubs, drug dealing, etc. English however likes him, because Featherstone would eventually rat out the Westies. Take comfort knowing that Featherstone is out there somewhere in the Witness Protection Program.
On the other hand, and on the wild and crazy side, there's Cleveland mobster Danny Greene. In the 1970s, Greene, who liked to drive around in a big green car, and who fancied himself as some sort of mystical Celtic warrior, conducted a car bombing war with the Italian mob that was straight out of Beirut. They eventually got him, but not before he got a number of them. There's something almost comical (in a Coen brothers sort of way) about a gangster and his girlfriend picking their way out of his blown up house, unharmed, while on the back door, there's still an unexploded bomb that's even more powerful. The luck of the Irish -- on that day at least.
But the real bad guy is, and it does seem odd that I could single one out, given the large cast, is Whitey Bulger. Bulger was the model for Nicholson's character in The Departed, and who is still on the loose (at age 81). There's something about a guy strangling a young woman with his bare hands that moves Bulger beyond the other lunatics and crazy micks in English's book. Bulger, and his killing buddy, Steve Flemmi, reminded me more of the Hillside Stranglers. A couple of cold lizards. I hope they eventually catch this guy. He probably has some tales to tell about how the FBI (he was a confidential informant) enabled his years of carnage. All in all, a great read, and highly recommended.