At the moment of writing, this is the only review of this book. This was also my reason to buy this book for €1 in a thrift store; to me it felt like an unique chance to go as blindly in a book as possible.
The story is centered around Carlo Vizzini, or rather Carl Vincent as he prefers to be called, a capo in the Brotherhood (read: Mafia). This Brotherhood has an ambitious plan: to make a government official that they control the new president of the united states. Each capo puts forth a candidate, and Carl Vincent tries to scheme his candidate into winning the vote of the other capos.
Truth be told; the story is a mess and is mostly divied up between Vincent reminiscing and scheming. Most of the drama is insignificant and predictable. From the first moment onwards, you can guess exactly what'll happen. The dialogue is bad, Vincent is supposed to be this smart character but ends up sounding like a 14-year old trying to be tough most of the time. One of its worst moments is Vincents' mother, whose extremely stereotypical italian accent is incredibly annoying to read and comes across as Jar-Jar Binks.
Despite everything, I enjoyed reading this book because not every book needs to be a classic. This is pulp: every character is an unironic stereotype, there is sex, violence, drugs and almost every sentence uttered by a character is laughably phony. It's a book you can read while your mind drifts off. An ideal book for a commute, something to pass the time. Demaris keeps an alright pace throughout the book and I can honestly say that it never felt dull or boring. I wasn't engaged, but I never felt like quitting.
I know this review wasn't any good, but I mostly did it for the credit of being the only review of a 1978 book anyway. An okay book for a commute.