The Profacis' towering brick mansion dominated the quiet street. It was a green neighborhood in the springtime, with tall, well-established foliage and small shrines to the Virgin Mary in nearly every front yard. P lived just down the street from the two-story brick duplex where my father had grown up. Grandma returned to Brooklyn shortly before Lisa was born and moved in with her closest friend, Mrs. A year later we moved to suburban Massapequa, where my younger sister Lisa was born. The five of us formed a happy, traditional Italian-American family. My grandfather DeMeo had died when Joe was a baby, and when Grandma DeMeo returned to her native Italy without Joe, my parents took him in as their own. I had an older sister named Debra and a teenage stepbrother in my Uncle Joe. I was born in a quiet residential Brooklyn neighborhood in 1966, the second child of parents barely out of their teens. I have spent more than thirty years since then struggling to bring him into focus. When the bandages came off a few days later, the first image to emerge from the blur was my father's worried face. Fear and loneliness whispered in the invisible room where I lay, and I cried out for my mother and father. Then I remembered: I'd had an operation to fix my crossed eye. Confused and disoriented, for a moment I could not understand where I was or why my parents had left me there alone. I was four years old when I woke up in a hospital crib with patches over my eyes, darkness all around, utterly alone. Alfred Prufrock My earliest memory is of blindness. Oh, do not ask, "What is it?" Let us go and make our visit. One FAMILY Let us go then, you and I, When the evening is spread out against the sky Like a patient etherized upon a table Let us go, through certain half-deserted streets, The muttering retreats Of restless nights in one-night cheap hotels And sawdust restaurants with oyster-shells: Streets that follow like a tedious argument Of insidious intent To lead you to an overwhelming question. With the implacable narrative drive of a thriller and the power of a painfully honest memoir, For the Sins of My Father presents a startling and unprecedented perspective on the underworld of organized crime, exposing for the first time the cruel legacy of a Mafia life. Desperate to abide by the father-son bond, but equally determined to escape his father's dangerous and doomed life, Al Demeo embarks on a courageous quest for the truth, reconciliation, and honor. But when Al is seventeen, Roy's body is found in the trunk of a car, a gangland slaying that places Al between federal prosecutors seeking his testimony and a mob crew determined to keep him quiet. Coming of age in an opulent Long Island house where money is abundant but its source is unclear, Al becomes Roy's confidant, sent to call in loans at age fourteen and gradually coming to understand his father's job description-loan shark, car thief, porn purveyor and, above all, murderer. The moment sent DeMeo into a psychological tailspin: How could he have spent his life looking up to, and loving, a vicious killer? For the Sins of My Father recounts the chilling rise and fall of the man who led the Gambino family's most fearsome killers and thieves, through the eyes of a son who had never known any other kind of life. Al DeMeo will never forget the day in 1992 when a coworker, a fellow trader at the New York Stock Exchange, taunted him with a copy of the hot new book Murder Machine, chronicling the horrific criminal life of DeMeo's father, Roy, the head of the most deadly gang in organized crime. To learn more about how and for what purposes Amazon uses personal information (such as Amazon Store order history), please visit our Privacy Notice.Ī suspenseful, emotionally charged real-life Sopranos: The son of New York's most notorious Mafia killer reveals the conflicted life he led being raised by a cold-blooded murderer, who was also a devoted family man, and the wrenching legacy of Mafia family life. You can change your choices at any time by visiting Cookie Preferences, as described in the Cookie Notice. Click ‘Customise Cookies’ to decline these cookies, make more detailed choices, or learn more. Third parties use cookies for their purposes of displaying and measuring personalised ads, generating audience insights, and developing and improving products. This includes using first- and third-party cookies, which store or access standard device information such as a unique identifier. If you agree, we’ll also use cookies to complement your shopping experience across the Amazon stores as described in our Cookie Notice. We also use these cookies to understand how customers use our services (for example, by measuring site visits) so we can make improvements. We use cookies and similar tools that are necessary to enable you to make purchases, to enhance your shopping experiences and to provide our services, as detailed in our Cookie Notice.
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