Fascinating.As far as mob- true crime books go, this one is pretty good, the protagonist and the co-author Phyllis Karas collaborate on an extensive "memoir" from Kevin Weeks' POV. The background growing up in the Southie projects before busing and drugs is telling; the environment in the authors case was deeply colored by an extremely violent and coarse father with a hair trigger temper who was in fisticuffs ALL of the time, wacking his kids around without justification. Childhood innocence and safety being denied him, kevin becomes a soldier- a boxer and a thug who believes in the law of the jungle. Although purportedly a near genius with an 150 IQ, the emotional life of this amoral man is never developed- all he knows is that if some guy says screw you- that's justification to crack his head open. If he has to be told a second or third time, he's too stupid to live. The macho neanderthal perspective fits in perfectly with Whitey's (Jimmys) plan, Kevin is an aide-de -camp with his own sideline businesses , but mainly Kevin is like a personal bouncer for Whitey- a fascinating multidimensional psychopath with a touch of Robin Hood- (he once took part in LSD experiments during his early prison stint, perhaps this exacerbated his evil side.)
The one thing that the reader walks away with is that in this part of Boston and in this mileu, all the cops and robbers are in bed with each other-metaphorically of course. FBI, police, gangsters, and various thugs. What a cesspool! Kevin says throughout the whole book that it's always about money, not power- but in the end he's bankrupt; and he's telling all these tales of his businesses and how successful he could have been if he and Whitey went legit.Then again, in the "real" world when you lock horns with someone you cannot just shoot the guy through his eyeballs and bury him in the basement. Hello- it's call anger management, emotional maturity and lawfulness.These characteristics or lack of them qualify us as regular folks or as CRIMINALS. We don't have too many heros these days, but in these small corrupt factions where brutes unite, and of course in certain HBO series', most of the world will be shocked and amazed at the utter lack of scruples and the detached violence that was a way of life for criminals of this ilk.Next time you drive by a gated prison like Allenwood or Norfolk and you think, gosh, what would a person have to do to get a sentence in one of these places-if you read this book you'll get a glimpse.
The book was insightful of course, and closer to the truth of Whitey Bulgur than any other books in print.You don't have to worship Kevin Weeks to buy this book; and he's not going to be making red hot millions from his portion of the profits; everyone wants their story to be heard and he's no exception- so read it for yourself and make up your own opinion.