Five-Finger Discount: A Crooked Family History (Paperback)

~ (Author) "The night my grandfather tried to kill us, I was five years old, the age I stopped believing in Santa Claus, started kindergarten, and made..." (more)
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Amazon.com Review

Fans of Mary Karr's groundbreaking memoir The Liars' Club will relish the similarly funny, tough-minded tone of Helene Stapinski's recollections centering on her family's petty criminal history in the sordid precincts of Jersey City. But Stapinski is nobody's clone; her autobiography has a tart, distinctively urban Northeast flavor that will ring a bell with anyone familiar with America's aging, deteriorating cities. You can practically smell the soap suds from the local Colgate factory and the stink of the bone-rendering plant in nearby Newark; people didn't settle in Jersey City, writes Stapinski, "they settled for Jersey City ... they settled for less." She was 5 years old in 1970 when her Italian American grandfather was arrested for threatening to shoot her whole family, capping a long career that included armed robbery and beating his children. The Polish American relatives on her father's side included a bookie and an epileptic prone to fits of rage who nearly killed a sibling by breaking his back. None of this was a big deal in Jersey City, notes Stapinski, who deftly interweaves her family's story with the rancid saga of Hudson County's corrupt political machine. She fled to college in Manhattan and a career in journalism without ever really escaping the ties of blood and loyalty; her frank rendering of her mixed feelings as Jersey City was slowly upscaled reminds us what is gained and lost through gentrification. Stapinski's salty, savory account conveys the gritty, enduring legacy of Jersey City: "so tough, I was always prepared for what might come my way." --Wendy Smith --This text refers to an out of print or unavailable edition of this title.

From Publishers Weekly

"The night my grandfather tried to kill us, I was five years old, the age I stopped believing in Santa Claus, started kindergarten, and made real rather than imaginary friends." This chatty and often engaging memoir of growing up among a rogue's gallery of tough characters may leave readers thinking Stapinski might have been better off with an imaginary family. Reminiscent of Michael Patrick McDonald's highly praised All Souls: A Family Story from Southie, but without that book's overwhelming moral force, this is the sad, often funny story of Stapinski's extended family of grifters, con men and women and petty crooks. At its best, it's a vivid portrait of working-class life in Jersey City, N.J. But too often it veers uneasily between disarming anecdotes (Stapinski's grandfather steals books from the public library where he works as a security guard) and terrifying details of lives out of control (her father almost loses his legs because of untreated but obvious diabetes), and doesn't sustain dramatic intensity. Stapinski, who has written for the New York Times and New York magazine, can be funnyAas in her descriptions of attending New York University, where she meets Jews, punks and lesbians, and reads the Village VoiceAand even illuminating, as when she describes the Machiavellian, if mundane, workings of the multitude of patronage systems that have corrupted Jersey City politics. Though she has a good eye for the details of family and community life, too often the emotions in this memoir feel imagined, not real. (Mar.)
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Product Details

• Paperback: 272 pages
• Publisher: Random House Trade Paperbacks (March 12, 2002)
• Language: English
• ISBN-10: 0375758704
• ISBN-13: 978-0375758706
• Product Dimensions: 7.9 x 5.2 x 0.7 inches
• Shipping Weight: 7.2 ounces (View shipping rates and policies)
• Average Customer Review: 3.5 out of 5 stars  See all reviews (46 customer reviews)
• Amazon.com Sales Rank: #150,920 in Books (See Bestsellers in Books)

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10 of 11 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars wrenching, fascinatng,intimate memoir of Jersey City youth, March 7, 2002

By	Bruce J. Wasser (Lake Bluff, IL) - See all my reviews (TOP 1000 REVIEWER)    (REAL NAME)

This review is from: Five-Finger Discount: A Crooked Family History (Hardcover)

How easy can it be to write a memoir about your childhood when one of your earliest memories is of your grandfather's attempt to murder you and your family? How pleasant can it be to write about your childhood home given its now ubiqitous reputation as America's citadel of crime and corruption? The enormous moral and social courage alone Helene Stapinski had to muster to describe her life in Jersey City in the last third of the twentieth century make her memoir "Five-Finger Discount" worth reading. At times maddening, frightful, depressing and hilarious, the memoir magically brings us into the Stapinski family -- with its heritage of crime, violence and family abuse -- while simultaneously providing us with an enormously readable history of Jersey City, a place so corrupt, so venal, so thoroughly crooked, that its moral taint seems to rub off, along with sundry industrial residues, on its population. Indeed, theft is so common, that swag, as it is called, is not even considered wrong; it is simply a way of life. Thus, Stapinski's subtitle, "A Crooked Family History" is appropriately accurate, both a description of of her own personal circumstances, but as that of the larger political community, whose criminality looms everywhere.

As a child, Helene never considers her family anything but normal. Living upstairs from a neighborhood bar, she accepts the arrest of her abusive grandfather Beansie (a nickname derived from the fact that he stole some beans from a truck earlier in his life) as normal, the most recent of "a string of family crimes and tragedies, which I thought most people experienced on a regular basis." The diminuitive Beansie, nothing more than a small-time bully and crook, becomes the central lens through which Stapinski examines her family history. Not an intellectual crook, like some of her other relatives, Beansie "was more of a freelance criminal, committing crimes whenever the opportunity arose." An abusive husband and father, Beansie's welcomed disappearances into jail provide the family with its only opportunity for coherence and sanity.

As she grows, Helene prefers attending well-fed funerals than going through the Holland Tunnel to New York City to play with new toys in the showrooms of Macys. She relishes watching the numbers game, which to her was a community activity, and rejoices at the number of people who "hit" on her birthday. She learns from "my mother to stand up for myself and to dislike careless and unfair people. There were quite a few of them living in Jersey City." This linkage with Jersey City and family identity emerges as one of the strengths of the memoir.

Stapinski's portrait of Jersey City will stagger the uninitiated. Literally staring at the backside of the Statue of Liberty, this city, pillored as once and always "ugly," was the debarcation spot for millions of immigrants who passed through Ellis Island. Jersey City, howeve, became a place "settled for," inhabited by settlers "of a different kind, the kind who always feel cheated, because they settled for less." It is a place where "people were actively illiterate and proudly went around saying things like 'I never read a book in my life.'...I wanted to say, 'Well, good for you, you idiot. Look where you are. You're still in Jersey City.'" It is a city where spring is not announced by "tulips or crocuses," but by the first "floated or dead body to wash ashore" from the Hudson River. The author gracefully ties the political corruption of the notorious Democratic Mayor, Boss Hague, to the personal corruption of her grandfather, Beansie.

The adult Helene Stapinski returns to Jersey City, despite an incomplete attempt at personal liberation through university life and intellectual freedom. Working in the "knewsroom" of the city's newspaper, the Jersey Journal, Stapinski grows more reflective on her family's place in this morass. Anger, disgust and outrage over civic graft intertwines and conflicts with family shame and a need to protect her mother. Uncovering family involvement in a civic scandal, Stapinski upbraids her own silence. "I told myself that journalistic ethics were for people more fortunate than I...They were for people whose parents could afford them, whose families didn't have to rely [on politically connnected public jobs]. I was rationalizing, but it beat ratting out my mother." She comments immediately after that if Stapniski were to report of "courthouse swag, I would have to get rid of at least half of my wardrobe. Then I would have to find Ma a new job, because she would be fired, or worse, ostracized from her circle of swag-buying friends."

"Five-Finger Discount" never preaches, never loses its humanity, never pinches its nose in disgust. It is a dirty, messy, bloody, grinding work. Its majesty derives from the lucidity of its writing, the moral vision of its author, and its bold personal and historic intent. This memoir is personal history at its best. The memoir preserves a scarred city's battered, ugly past and gives it life for current and future generations; it captures a trapped family -- limited by poverty, hopelessness and resignation -- and gives it the dignity of its own self-definition. Helene Stapinski's work will emerge as a treasured addition to not only urban history, but to the growing body of literature of the very nature of the American family.

11 of 13 people found the following review helpful:

5.0 out of 5 stars This a wonderful, funny book, April 7, 2001

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This review is from: Five-Finger Discount: A Crooked Family History (Hardcover)

Stapinski deftly weaves the story of her own family's misdeeds with the culture of corruption that has pervaded Jersey City. From the lovable aunt who smuggled leather-bound books in her girdle to the psychotic grandfather who tried to kill the entire family, Stapinski paints a loving portrait of the people who live in the shadow of glittering New York City, the people the Statue of Liberty has turned her back on.

10 of 12 people found the following review helpful:

4.0 out of 5 stars Jersey is a State of Mind, April 28, 2001

By	sweetmolly (RICHMOND, VA USA) - See all my reviews (TOP 500 REVIEWER)

This review is from: Five-Finger Discount: A Crooked Family History (Hardcover)

This unusual memoir was a surprise. It is equal parts evolution of Helene Stapinski and family and the history of Jersey City.

Jersey City had an illustrious founding by Alexander Hamilton, and it was downhill from there. The descriptions of the city are bleak, ugly with the worst of the aging industrial northeast. The present day prospects are brighter with gentrification, and renovation of the riverfront, which the author views with mixed emotions. She has a reverse sense of pride in the Jersey City in which she grew up. As if to say, "you want ugly; I'll show you ugly."

Her family on both sides had and have a number of petty and not-so-petty criminals that go back three generations, and the tendencies are still alive and well in the present generation. Her central question is: does the general moral decay and corruption of the city politic infect the citizens, or does her particular family have a "bad" gene for crime?

She was a tough little girl, though very much protected and shielded by a devoted mother. She sees more crime in the streets in her first five years than many people see in a lifetime. Her family is poor but not deprived. They eat and dress well. She attends parochial schools and is never neglected. The extended family has more than its share of explosive temperaments, and anti-authority types. But they seem to take individual paths to crime, don't seem to influence each other and are in no way joined together by any criminal operations. She takes it for granted that "swag" is ok, but theft is not. Swag is what falls off the truck she explains. What most people would call it would be pilfering from your employer. Dad works at the cold storage and brings home steaks and lobster tails for dinner. Aunt works in a clothing store and brings home sweaters, blouses and jackets. But dishonesty is all around them; to do city business in Jersey, you have engage in corruption, and graft is a way of life.

The scenes from her childhood are well realized. She has a brisk and wryly humorous tone with an underlying resentment for her stark habitat. Would she have been more forgiving if Jersey City just looked a little better? A few more trees and greenery, better maintained buildings, streets and rivers?

She presents her case, and does it well. It is a worthwhile read on more than one level. The history of Boss Hague and city politics from the top down plus the story of one sprawling, but close-knit family is excellent.