Charlie Stella Knihy

THE VOICES IN MY HEAD Charles is born into the American Catholic Dream. Father is cruel to be kind ("Charles was good this week. Charles was bad this week."), pitting him against his sister in the battle for affection. Momma, in her native Italian language, calls him piccolo Gesù (Little Jesus). In his personal battle of good versus evil, Charles turns to daydreams. Can he be saved? Seeking redemption requires more than good intentions. It requires luck too, the kind that places the exact right person in the exact right time and place. It requires love that has nothing to do with money and everything to do with finding a soul that has been petrified by lifelong emotional rejection. A woman to the rescue? Or is the voice of a saint that does the trick? Or maybe it's the voice of young political activist, or is it the voice of the Archangel Metatron? Little Jesus tells his tale in the second person voice of "You" ... just one of the many voices in his head.

The story revolves around the deepening troubles of Chris, the grandson of Joseph Gallo, who is suspected of getting involved with the mob. Concerned for Chris's safety, Joseph's old friend Artie Adler takes it upon himself to investigate. The tension escalates as Chris's family grapples with the aftermath of his father's murder in a mob-related incident, putting immense strain on Joseph's relationship with his daughter-in-law, Mary, who blames him for her husband's death.

John Albano schlägt sich als Geldeinsammler für die New Yorker Cosa Nostra durch. Er kassiert die Tageseinnahmen, die beim Abspielen des von der Mafia produzierten Pornofilms und späteren Welthits Deep Throat in schmuddeligen Hinterzimmern anfallen. Bezahlt wird hauptsächlich mit 5-Dollar-Scheinen, die Johnny Porno (so nennt man den Mann, der diesen Job macht) in seinem Schrottauto durch die Gegend fährt. Das erweckt Begehrlichkeiten, und so sind sie alle hinter Johnny Porno her: korrupte Cops, neurotische Killer, freischaffende Schurken, das FBI und seine sehr gierige Ex-Frau. New Yorker Streetlife im Jahr 1973. Sehr komisch, gemein und knallhart.