From Publishers Weekly
"Organized crime is not a thing of honor," we're reminded by Fresolone, a former member of the Bruno-Scarfo family, which ran the underworld in Philadelphia, Atlantic City and other parts of New Jersey. As a minor cog in the gambling-loansharking wheel, he went to prison in 1983 with assurances that his fellow mobsters would take care of his family financially. But they did not, and here began Fresolone's disillusionment with organized crime. In 1988, he became an informant for the New Jersey State Police, collecting enough evidence to indict some 39 figures. Ironically, he was inducted into La Cosa Nostra a month before his undercover work ended. With the aid of Wagman (The Nazi Hunters), Fresolone tells a suspenseful story, ending with a chapter on his life in the Witness Protection Program. Photos not seen by PW.
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Despite readers' apparently inexhaustible curiosity about the Mafia, many organized-crime books really aren't very engaging or readable. Some rely too heavily on nearly unintelligible transcripts of bugged conversations; others fail to help readers distinguish among hundreds of characters with outlandish nicknames. Sometimes the authors, who are often newspaper reporters, simply can't sustain a 75,000-word effort.
Blood Oath is a happy exception. It's the story of George Fresolone, who from the age of nine kept company with wise guys. Naively, Fresolone believed that mafiosi were men of respect and honor. He learned otherwise when his comrades failed to support his family while he was in jail. Several years later, when the New Jersey state police had enough evidence to put him away again, Fresolone agreed to be wired for sound and promised to bring down important mobsters from New York, New Jersey, and Philadelphia. He did, and he and writer Robert Wagman have produced an immensely readable and engaging story--a straightforward narrative that will satisfy (this season's) inexhaustible curiosity about the Mob.
Thomas Gaughan