Showing posts with label Boston. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Boston. Show all posts

Monday, June 15, 2026

Our Anniversary


41 years ago today Sandi and I were married in the same church her parents had been married in many years earlier. She was, and always will be, my everything. 

The grief sea is storm tossed with towering waves, as it has been all weekend. I am not fit to be around, so I will do the usual thing, and isolate myself. 


Sunday, April 26, 2026

Paula Messina Reviews: The Priest by Joseph Caruso

 Please welcome back author Paula Messina to the blog today. By the way, when I was looking for cover images for the piece today, I cam across this regarding the author and the West End Museum.

  


The Priest

 

by Paula Messina

 

 

I write historical fiction. One of my recurring characters and his family live in Boston’s North End. He occasionally ventures into nearby Scollay Square and the West End. Hoping to uncover some delectable morsel to use in my writing, I recently visited the West End Museum.

The museum was enjoyable, but I didn’t uncover anything I didn’t already know. That is until I spotted a dark blue, thin volume in one of the display cases, Joseph Caruso’s The Priest. Published in 1956, both novel and writer were new to me. I left the museum hoping that The Priest would provide that tasty tidbit I’d been searching for. I can’t say I found it. Instead, I discovered something far more rewarding, a gripping novel.

The priest in question is thirty-eight-year-old Father Octavio Scarpi, the eighth and youngest surviving son of an Italian fisherman. ‘Tavio is huge, so huge he cannot fasten his Roman collar. He is not Hollywood handsome, nor is he blessed with a plain face. A former boxer, fisherman, and World War II soldier, the priest has a “crooked, broken nose.” He’s an ugly giant whose exceptional strength is his undoing.

Father Scarpi is assigned to St. Dominic’s in the West End, where he grew up. He is haunted by the death of his brother Onofrio and a war-time rape. A priest who hears confessions and absolves others of their sins, he cannot forgive himself.

The novel begins as a jury returns to the courtroom with its verdict. Joseph Shannan, a gangster who unquestionably has earned a place behind bars, is found guilty of the murder of Ellen Greer. When asked by the judge if he wishes to speak before sentencing, Shannan tells the judge, “What’s there to say?...I been saying I didn’t do it.”

Father Scarpi is called to hear the confession of the dying Vincent Spinale. Grabbing the priest’s wrist, Spinale begs for absolution after divulging, “I have sinned….I killed a woman, father….Greer. I killed Ellen Greer. Save me, Father!”

Father Scarpi grants Spinale absolution as the confessor lapses into a coma. Bound by the seal of confession, the priest cannot reveal that Vincent Spinale is Ellen Greer’s murderer. All hope of convincing Spinale to confess to the authorities is doomed when he dies. Short of a miracle, the for-once-innocent Joseph Shannan will die in the electric chair.

His lips might be sealed, but that doesn’t keep Father Scarpi from attempting to right a wrong. He visits Shannan, whose real name is Peppino Schianno, in prison. Shannan recognizes ‘Tavio. Peppino and Onofrio were best friends. The meeting stirs Father Scarpi’s memory of the first time he and Peppino met. An enraged Octavio “poleaxed” his inebriated brother Onofrio. Their brothers Victor and Anthony as well as Peppino restrained the massive Octavio as he lifted Onofrio “to hit him again.”

The priest becomes obsessed with Shannan and disobeys his superiors in a desperate effort to save his dead brother’s friend. As he struggles to save Shannan from the electric chair,  Father Scarpi discovers Ellen Greer’s murder hinged on rape. Ultimately, Octavio Scarpi, who cannot escape his guilt in Onofrio’s death and the rape he committed during the war, cannot save Shannan. Devastated by his failure, the priest decides to leave the priesthood.

Caruso doesn’t sensationalize Father Scarpi’s dilemma. Instead, he depicts a very human, deeply vulnerable man haunted by his violent past. Father Scarpi has lots of company. St. Dominic’s other priests suffer from the same affliction as do others, including Beneditto Scarpi, the priest’s father, who blames himself for his wife’s early death. These Christians, who all believe God forgives sins, cannot forgive themselves.

Beneditto tells Octavio, “There is guilt in all of us, but at times the feeling of guilt is more than the act that brought it on.”

Because of his failure to save Shannan, ‘Tavio resoves his Roman collar and leaves the priesthood. His brother John is unable to convince him to return to St. Dominic. He tells the priest, “What I am doesn’t matter. It’s you that matters. You are another man’s hope….Would you deprive your parishioners of their hopes just for your own feelings of guilt?”

John sees what his brother Octavio, blinded by guilt, cannot see. Father Scarpi is respected by his parishioners, who seek and need his comfort and guidance. The priest, who believes his physical strength is his greatest weakness, fails to recognize his real strength, his faith.

The Priest portrays a vibrant community of Sicilians, Southern Italian immigrants, and their American children in the early 1950s. The men don’t attend Mass, but they and their wives have a deep faith that guides their lives. The men are “calfoni: fruit peddlers, laborers, fishermen.” In other words, they are uncivilized and crude. They may have accents and lack polish, but they live their Old World values, work hard to support their families, and trust in a God they pretend to eschew.

There’s another homicide that hovers unspoken over The Priest: the premeditated murder in the first degree of the West End by the City of Boston. In the name of urban renewal, Boston Mayor John Hynes targeted the destruction of the West End and exiled the calfoni. According to the West End Museum, in 1958 and 1959, more than 12,000 West Enders were evicted. Forty-six acres were leveled. Like the Joni Mitchell’s song, “Big Yellow Taxi,” the city tore down a thriving community to create a parking lot.

That gigantic parking lot remained until 1965 when two towers with 477 apartments were erected along with a gigantic sign that proclaims, “If you lived here, you’d be home now.”

Only the families that had occupied the land for decades could not go home. They couldn’t afford the luxury apartments. To this day, former West Enders lament the destruction of their homes.

Joseph Caruso (1924-2008) was born in Sicily and immigrated to the West End when he was seven years old. A writer, filmmaker, and painter who worked as an Art Director for the Post Office, he received a Bronze Star for bravery during World War II. Caruso was one of the founders of The Committee to Save the West End.

The families that lived in the West End couldn’t stop the government, nor could they stop the inevitable change already underway. The calfoni’s sons and daughters assimilated and abandoned the Old World ways of their parents and ancestors.

Those who lived in the West End still mourn for the vibrant community that was taken from them. Little of Caruso’s West End remains. One exception is St. Joseph Parish, the novel’s St. Dominic. It is still an active church. 

 

Paula Messina ©2026 

Paula Messina writes the Donatello Laguardia stories, which are set in Boston’s North End during the 1940s. They appeared in the Best New England Crime Stories 2024 and 2025 and another Donatello Laguardia short story is scheduled to appear in Black Cat Weekly. She lives near America’s first public beach.

Sunday, June 15, 2025

Our Anniversary

 

40 years ago today I married my New England girl. She was and always will be my everything. Being here without her is brutally hard every day. Some days are way harder. It has not gotten any easier as the years pass. At this point, I don’t think it ever will, as it just gets harder every year. 





Saturday, June 15, 2024

Our Anniversary



39 years ago today Sandi and I were married in the same church her parents had been married in many years earlier. She was, and always will be, my everything. One would think after going through seven of these deals, I could handle it better. I'm not. Some days are just brutal. This is one of those days.

Monday, March 11, 2024

Aubrey Nye Hamilton Reviews: The Big Lie by Gabriel Valjan


So what is it about Boston that so many great crime fiction series are set there? Carlotta Carlyle encounters lawbreakers while she drives her taxi and Jane Ryland and Kent Murdock seem to only report on crime scenes. John Francis Cuddy, Spenser, Jeff DiMarco, Jane Rizzoli, Tom Bethany, Max Bittersohn, and Angela Matelli all investigate an assortment of felonies in their respective Boston neighborhoods, while Brady Coyne provides legal legerdemain to Bostonian blue bloods. And that’s just a few of the mystery and thriller series about the historic city, which seems to be caught in a permanent crime wave. We can add to the list Shane Cleary, whose fifth adventure by Gabriel Valjan will be released by Level Best Books on March 12th.

Jimmy B, a psychopathic criminal who terrorized South Boston, appeared at Shane’s door, which boded ill for Shane. Instead, Shane was stunned to learn that Jimmy wanted him to find his black poodle, which was missing. Shane never figured Jimmy as an animal lover but since no one says no to Jimmy and lives, Shane agreed and took some notes.

He barely ended that interview when Tony Two-Times, one of the Boston Mafia, dropped in to request assistance for his niece who needs a Latin tutor. Only he wants Shane’s girlfriend Bonnie to help, as his strict Italian mother will not allow her granddaughter to interact with men outside the family.

Then Bonnie wants Shane’s help with a pro bono case in which a young black teenager is being unfairly charged with felony robbery. Bonnie’s law firm expects her to plead the young man to whatever sentence she can negotiate and close the case fast, and she is convinced he is being railroaded.

All in all, Shane has a lot on his plate. He navigates the racial and ethnic divisions of the metropolis carefully while coping with career criminals of all stripes and varying degrees of sanity. Jimmy B in particular is a scary guy with a surprising empathy when it comes to his dog. Shane himself is a cat person, which makes him my instant friend.

I found myself immediately immersed in Shane’s world. The energetic narrative is flecked with bits of Boston history. With multiple threads and a large cast of players, it could be easy to lose track of details but Valjan ties each story line up neatly at the end. His work to exculpate the wrongly accused teenager was notably slick. The ending sets up a new story arc for Shane’s next books.

Recommended especially for readers of private investigator series and fans of Boston-based books.

 

·         Publisher: Level Best - Historia (March 12, 2024)

·         Language: English

·         Paperback: 192 pages

·         ISBN-10: 1685125301

·         ISBN-13: 978-1685125301

 

Amazon Associate Purchase Link: https://amzn.to/4a1UTXx

 

Aubrey Nye Hamilton ©2024

 

Aubrey Hamilton is a former librarian who works on Federal It projects by day and reads mysteries at night.

Thursday, June 15, 2023

38 Years

 

This afternoon marks 38 years since Sandi and I got married. I won’t bore you again this year with recounting our history as I married my small-town girl. What she ever saw in me, I have no idea. 

I still feel tremendous guilt that I could not save her from the cancer or give her the life she deserved in the years before cancer roared into our lives. I remain convinced that going on without her was not what was meant to be. We were supposed to grow very old together, hanging out in our respective chairs, and occasionally visited by friends and family. Acceptance of the life I now have without her remains very hard and elusive. The going on is very tough and remains so. 

Many told me that after a year, things would get easier. Not for me. Every day is still like it just happened. The last few months have been way harder in the endless grief sea. I look for little signs of her, like the lightning bugs that she so loved, out in the yard, and try to deal as best as I can.

As numerous people far wiser than me have said--- Tomorrow is never promised. Make damn sure the folks you know and love in your life know how much you love them. 

Talking to the urn on the mantle is no way to be.



Thursday, February 10, 2022

Review: Robert B. Parker’s Bye Bye Baby: A Spenser Novel by Ace Atkins


As Robert B. Parker’s Bye Bye Baby: A Spenser Novel by Ace Atkins begins, it is summer and Spenser’s latest client is a politician. Carolina Garcia-Ramirez is seeking reelection. Her campaign manager, Kyle Rosen, wants Spenser involved to deal with threats. Some folks have made it very clear that they are not going to tolerate her ideas and see her, as a person of color, all that is wrong today. They intend to kill her, among other things.

Kyle Rosen knows that Attorney Rita Fiore and that got Spenser involved. Now that he is involved, Spenser intends to make sure nothing happens to the congress person. He also intends to find out who might be behind the threats. That might include somebody on staff.

To do this means he is going to need help. Not just from his friends, but his contacts developed in Boston over decades. Meanwhile, the threats keep coming and are increasingly in intensity as the primary gets steadily closer. Carolina Garcia-Ramirez is in a political as well as a real-world dog fight where the stakes are everything-- including her life.

This is the last Spenser novel, at least for a while, by Ace Atkins and it is another good one. Complicated and fast moving, the read brings back a number of characters and references from the recent past and then some. It also serves as another homage to Boston and everything that made the Spenser series so good.

 

 

My reading copy came from the Dallas Public Library System by way of the Libby/OverDrive App.

 

Kevin R. Tipple ©2022

Tuesday, June 15, 2021

Our Anniversary

 

36 years ago today Sandi and I made everything proper and legal like in the same church in Somerville, Massachusetts, that her parents had wed decades earlier. She was a New England girl, through and through, and I was a Texas boy that most of her friends and family had no idea what to make of at all. I did it all, but wear cowboy boots, and most of them were sure I was not good enough for her. I was not, but not in the way they thought.

What she ever saw in me, I do not know. I can not help but wonder, if she had married another and thus had an easier life as we struggled financially and in so many other ways, if the cancer would have ever reared its head or been terminal. I will never know what might have been. I did everything I could to help her in the battle, but it just was not good enough. The guilt I feel, and, yes, I know it is irrational, over that fact is massive and crushing. 

Today is the fourth anniversary without her here telling me what needs to be done and that things will work out because they are meant to be. I remain convinced that going on without her was not what was meant to be. We were supposed to grow very old together, hanging out in our respective chairs, and occasionally visited by friends and family. Acceptance of the reality I live with every damn day remains very hard and elusive.


She was and always will be my everything. Not an hour goes by where I do not think of her. Often more than once. It is hard every single day, but some days are really, really downright brutal.

This is one of those days.



Monday, April 12, 2021

Aubrey Hamilton Reviews: Someone to Watch Over Me by Ace Atkins


Someone to Watch Over Me by Ace Atkins (Putnam, 2021) is the ninth book he’s released in the series about the iconic private eye Spenser created by Robert B. Parker in 1973.

 

Spenser has always been inclined to mentor the youngsters who come his way, Paul Giacomin and Zebulon Sixkill most notably. The latest is Mattie Sullivan, a former client, who is acting as his trainee while she attends college classes. Mattie’s new client is a 15-year-old girl who wants to recover her laptop and backpack which were taken from her after the girl was assaulted by a much older man in an exclusive Boston club. The teenager is afraid to report the attack and insists on secrecy. Mattie is enraged after she learns her client is one of many girls victimized by this wealthy executive and his friends. 

 

Spenser is understandably disgusted; he and Hawk become involved in Mattie’s case as the relatively simple request to recover a laptop and backpack gradually reveals a major sex trafficking operation that moves girls out of Boston to a private estate in the Bahamas. Word that Spenser’s nemesis The Gray Man serves as the security lead for the operation creates flashbacks to their last encounter, from which Spenser emerged critically wounded.

 

A significant subplot deals with the loss of Pearl II and the ways Spenser, Susan Silverman, and Hawk each react to the replacement puppy.

 

This story was clearly written in 2019 at the time Jeffrey Epstein and his colleagues were making headlines. Current events have provided cases for Spenser before; School Days (Putnam, 2005) is a notable example. Atkins follows the details of the depressingly sordid tale so closely that even the physical descriptions of the characters match the real-life players. The ending however is considerably different and far more satisfying.

 

Comparisons between Atkins’ version of Spenser and that of the series creator are inevitable. Spenser is not quite the same in Atkins’ hands but then Spenser in the early Parker books is not the same as Spenser in the last few Parker books either. Which one is the real Spenser? The differences may lie more in the plot treatments. For instance, the thread about the puppy seemed unParker-like to me. It was not the sort of detail I think he would have included.

 

I was glad to see a mention of Paul Giacomin, as he has thus far been missing from the Atkins books, and I wondered where he was. My very favorite bit though was Spenser saying he has Hank Phillipi Ryan on speed dial. Ryan is an actual well-known investigative reporter for Boston station WHDH-TV as well as an award-winning mystery novelist. Inside jokes are always fun. This book is a good thriller and essential reading for fans of the Spenser canon.

 

  

·         Publisher: G.P. Putnam's Sons (January 12, 2021)

·         Language: English

·         Hardcover: 320 pages

·         ISBN-10: 052553685X

·         ISBN-13: 978-0525536857

 

Aubrey Hamilton ©2021

Aubrey Hamilton is a former librarian who works on Federal It projects by day and reads mysteries at night.

Monday, June 15, 2020

Our Anniversary


It was 35 years ago today when Sandi and I formally tied the knot after five years of dating. She was and always will be my everything. This is the third anniversary without her here. It is hard every single day, but some days are really, really tough. This is one of those days.












Wednesday, April 22, 2020

Review: The Off-Islander: An Andy Roark Mystery by Peter Colt


It is 1982 as The Off-Islander: An Andy Roark Mystery by Peter Colt begins. Andy Roark came home from Vietnam with more than a trace of post-traumatic stress disorder and an inability to easily fit back into the normal chaos of everyday society. He tried college, the police force, and these days works as a private investigator in Boston.

His usual cases are insurance fraud and divorce work. Take a few pictures for a client, write a report, and move on after collecting a modest fee. His oldest and closest friend dating back to kindergarten is Danny Sullivan. Instead of Vietnam, Danny went to Harvard Law, and these days makes a lot of money defending various clients and most of them are a bit shady. He has a new client and this one does not seem to be shady on the surface of things.

The new client, Deborah Swift, is a bit eccentric and very wealthy. Her husband is being considered by the power brokers that be for a run as United States Senator on behalf of California. Image is everything and the fact that her father came home from Korea, and soon afterwards walked out on the family and vanished, could be a problem. He could just easily be dead or alive living a new life doing who knows what.

A nationwide detective agency could not find anything. They did turn up a little information that a locally based private investigator might have a better way of running down one way or the other. One of those leads goes to nearby Nantucket Island. Deborah Swift wants to hire Roark to use his knowledge of the local area and see if he can quietly and discreetly determine what happened to her father all these many years later.

Before long, he is working the case and things are not going well. Leads seem to be next to worthless and Andy Roark is not getting anywhere fast. It does not help that Danny is expecting results and pushing hard as he needs this client to be happy. This client and the money she brings could be Danny’s ticket to the bigtime. At worst, she is a way for him to ditch his shady clients who pay, but lack respectability. Roark’s PTSD is not helping things either and memories of Vietnam are never far away in The Off-Islander: An Andy Roark Mystery by Peter Colt.

Somewhere around a third or a little more of this book is the memories of war. For one generation, Vietnam was their father’s Korea. That forgotten war as well as the nightmare of Vietnam and how society treated those who came home each time is a constant background to the current mystery.

This is the debut novel of a series and as such there is a lot of character foundation laying in the read. That angle may bore some readers though I personally was not bothered. The mystery took a bit to get going which may also turn off some readers who buy into the current notion that a body must drop in the first three paragraphs. To avoid that, a brief prologue from an action scene late in the read is inserted at the start to prove to potential readers that violent things are to come. They are and a lot of them.

I enjoyed The Off-Islander: An Andy Roark Mystery by Peter Colt. I hope there is a next book in the series. 

This book has been a review subject for two readers very familiar to this blog. Last January, Aubrey Hamilton reviewed it here. Before that, Lesa Holstine reviewed it here on Lesa’s Book Critiques.


My copy came from the Skillman Southwestern Branch of the Dallas Public Library System and was picked up just before the pandemic shuttered their doors.

Kevin R. Tipple ©2020

Thursday, June 21, 2018

Review: Robert B Parker’s Old Black Magic: A Spenser Novel by Ace Atkins


Robert B Parker’s Old Black Magic: A Spenser Novel is the seventh since Ace Atkins took over the franchise and is another good one. Mr. Atkins continues to stay true to the series while also his own little changes to bring some new life into the characters. At the same time he also acknowledges the passing of time and how none of us are going to get out alive. Contrary to what happened before in much of the series, folks are now aging and Spenser is frequently contemplating the mortality of both man and animal. That concept was present in the previous novels written by Mr. Akins, but makes its presence here in multiple ways almost to the level of a character in the tale.

It is early summer, a light rain is falling, and Locke has come to Spenser’s office with one last request. Locke has terminal cancer and wants the case that he has chased for almost twenty years solved. Three paintings were stolen from the Winthrop Art Museum almost twenty years ago in what remains the biggest heist ever. While some would consider the works priceless, others place the value in the tens of millions. Locke has chased the paintings ever since with little to go on over the years.

With the twenty year anniversary of the theft coming up a person or persons unknown has started sending letters to the museum’s director, Marjorie Ward Phillips. The letters don’t seem to be a ransom demand. The letters do communicate details of the theft that only those directly involved would know. Locke has put in a word with the director and has made it clear that he wants Spenser to finish what he started. Take over the case, find the paintings, and bring them back where they belong. Locke thinks the letters will lead to a real chance to recover the paintings and wants Spenser, as a favor to a dying man and friend, to take the case.

How do you say no to a dying man?

You don’t. Spenser certainly can’t. From the start at least some of the museum’s board absolutely does not want Spenser involved. There are those among the criminal element at Boston who don’t want him involved. Local law enforcement also would prefer him to stay out of things. Still, a promise was made to a dying man, so Spenser isn’t about to go away. Nor are many others who only care about getting a piece of the five million dollar reward.

Robert B Parker’s Old Black Magic: A Spenser Novel is a solidly good read. Ace Atkins does a nice job of weaving the old and new in terms of characters and settings while also crafting a mystery with plenty of misdirection. People and places evolve over time and those changes provide a nice background nuance to the highly entertaining read.


Robert B Parker’s Old Black Magic: A Spenser Novel
Ace Atkins
G. P. Putnam’s Sons (Penguin Random House)
2018
ISBN# 978-0-399-17701-9
Hardback (also available in eBook and audio formats)
325 Pages
$27.00


Material supplied by the good folks of the Dallas Public Library.


Kevin R. Tipple ©2018