Summary of Joseph Bonanno's A Man of Honor

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  • FormatePub
  • ISBN978-1-6693-9555-3
  • EAN9781669395553
  • Date de parution01/05/2022
  • Protection num.Digital Watermarking
  • Taille1 Mo
  • Infos supplémentairesepub
  • ÉditeurEverest Media LLC

Résumé

Please note: This is a companion version & not the original book. Sample Book Insights: #1 My father, who was a man of honor in Sicily, moved to America to avoid prosecution. He was the head of the Bonanno clan, the leading family of Castellammare. The Sicilian immigrants remained a close-knit community in New York. #2 My father, who was a Bonanno, had a reputation in America. The Castellammarese immigrants in Brooklyn looked up to him, as their relatives had in Sicily.
Downstairs from our apartment, my father opened a pasta factory to satisfy the neighborhood demand for fresh macaroni and spaghetti. #3 My father took me to the nickelodeon to watch Neapolitan moving pictures when I was seven years old. He told me stories, and said that while in the New World, Garibaldi also went to Uruguay and helped liberate it from Brazil. He said that we were going back to Sicily. #4 I was home in the land of mezzogiorno, the land of midday, where people sang in their misery and their joy, where the sun was your constant companion, and where the hot and dusty sciroccos blew from the Libyan desert.