SAVAGE KISS

Italian journalist/novelist Saviano continues his exploration of Neapolitan youth gangs with a sequel to The Piranhas: The Boy Bosses of Naples (2018).

Nicolas Fiorillo, who bears the nom de crime Maraja, is emphatically not a nice guy. As Saviano’s novel opens, we find him in an obstetrics ward, where he’s about to rub out a newborn boy. “Come s’accide ’nu criaturo, Tuca’?” How do you kill a baby, Tucano?” he asks a lieutenant. He’s got reason: The baby is the son of the man who killed his brother, just one chit in a long roster of back-and-forth murders among the paranzas, the savage youth gangs, of Naples. Maraja has what might be called a Napoleonic complex, but he really wants to be the Godfather: “Nicolas had always had a weak spot for Don Vito Corleone. He felt just like him: courage above everything else. But that ignoramus of a lawyer was having trouble even registering his Brando imitation.” But there are other, grown-up Godfathers whom he must serve first, moving drugs, illegal weapons, prostitutes, and other contraband for bosses like a certain Don Vittorio, to whom Nicolas pledges fealty with the decidedly medieval act of delivering the detached head of a murdered rival. Nicolas is a gangster, but a learned one, preparing to relate the story of Hasdrubal Barca, the Carthaginian leader whom the Romans beheaded, “which is the way of victors.” Instead, writes Saviano, Maraja can barely squeak out, “Don Vitto’, is this loyalty enough to make you trust the paranza?” Alas, the tests are many, and when Nicolas falls short of them, betrayed by his endless ambition and inexperience, he must pay a stiff penalty. The wheel continues to turn, though; the book closes with teenage boys even younger than Maraja, Tucano, Lollipop, and the other young gangsters of a gang that burns, stabs, and shoots its way to renown and even adulation.

There’s not an ounce of Mario Puzo’s romanticism in this grimly riveting tale of crime and punishment.