MAFIA BOOKS FOR SALE


BOOKS FOR SALE FROM MY RESEARCH COLLECTION. BASED IN NEW YORK. PREFERRED SALE OF FIVE OR MORE. HARDBACK $14.00 SB $6.00 + MEDIA MAIL. INDIVIDUAL PHOTOS ON REQUEST.

 Luellen Smiley – Some book sections are highlighted but otherwise in good condition. Bugsy Siegel’s book, Mr. Mob & King of the Sunset Strip, sold.

  1. THE BATTLE FOR LAS VEGAS SB  – DENNIS GRIFFIN
  2.  BUT HE WAS GOOD TO HIS MOTHER –  SB R. ROCKAWAY
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  4. MOTOR CITY MAFIA SB – SCOTT  M. BURSTEIN
  5. THE BOYS FROM NEW JERSEY SB – ROBERT RUDOLPH
  6. CHICAGO HB- DAVID MAMET
  7. DOUBLE CROSS- HB SAM & CHUCK GIANCANA
  8. GANGSTERS AND GOODFELLAS HB AS TOLD BY GUSS RUSSO
  9. THE STARKER HB – JACK ZELIG ROSE KEEFE
  10. MOBBED UP  HB – JAMES NEFF
  11. BOUND BY HONOR HB –  BILL BONNANO
  12. THE PUBLIC ENEMY  SB – HENRY COHEN SCRIPT
  13. NAZIS IN NEWARK SB- WARREN GROVER
  14. THE VALACHI PAPERS  PETER MAAS
  15. BLOOD RELATION SB – ERIC KONICSBERG 
  16. THE OUTFIT SB – GUSS RUSSO
  17. TOUGH JEWS – SB RICH COHEN
  18. THE MAFIA MURDER OF JFK CONTRACT ON AMERICA-HB DAVID SCHEIM
  19. ORGANIZED CRIME HB – PAUL LINDE
  20. CAPONE HB- JOHN KOLER
  21. LITERARY LAS VEGAS  SB -The best writing about America’s Finest City  MIKE TRONNES 
  22. HONOR THY FATHER SB  –  ( MY DAD’S) GAY TELESE
  23. MURDER INC SB BURTON TURKAS – SID FEDER
  24.           THE LAST MAFIAOSO HB –  OVID DEMARIS
  25. ALL AMERICAN MAFIOSO SB- THE JOHNNY ROSELLI STORY  CHARLES RAPPLEYE & ED BECKER. SIGNED.

                                      PICTORIAL BOOKS

FABULOUS LAS VEGAS HB – MICHELE FERRARI  STEVEN IVES

ORGANIZED CRIME- PLAYBOYS PICTORIAL HISTORY HB  RICHARD HANNER


FEBRUARY 3RD 2024 EXCERPT FROM A NOVEL IN PROGRESS

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 After weeks of metallic gray, the sun broke through, decorating Greta’s room. She is recovering on her bed, floating in Jazz instrumental music, remote in hand and undecided about what to watch. Last night, she socialized at her two taverns’, chatting with Weeds, a man with pockets full, which he offered Greta. For the next thirty minutes, he unplugged a breathless dialogue without inviting Greta, and she knew he was so lit up that he was unflustered when Greta said, ‘ Maybe take a break and eat your food.’ He continued to disentangle his weekly activities, what he thought about the waitress, some local gossip about the bartender who had been fired, where he grew up, and his wife’s battle with lung cancer. ‘ I am so sorry for you both.’ He thanked her and then sealed his tête-à-tête as he ate. Greta took this moment to bid farewell and crossed to the other tavern for crab fritters. The bar was uncluttered, and she sank into the stillness. Her mood flicked into an irritableness, a discourse with the state of her life. The resurgence of the week’s disputes, mishaps, and the approaching day she would be moving, and still directionless. It wasn’t until she was home, swathed in five blankets that she overcame the anxiety until she couldn’t find her phone. She searched all the prominent places, the car, kitchen, entry, and bedroom. ‘ ‘Oh, for the love of God, I left it at the tavern. How humiliating. Maybe I’ll find it in the morning.’ Over the last few days, she has practiced positivity, rearranging her thoughts like a chess board; instead of choosing fear and remorse, she repeated every morning, I’ve come this far; what could be worse than the last five years.