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tiborius's review
3.0
Roberto Saviano’s exposé on the Camorra clans was very much a mixed bag for me. Like most works of nonfiction, there are essentially two processes that lead to the final text. The process of research and the process of writing. Anyone who has read this book, or knows about this book, will agree that it is not the research that is lacking. Saviano has delved deep into the criminal underworld born in his home region, but as his book shows, is present everywhere on our planet. He engaged, interviewed and worked alongside insiders, and recorded everything. “I know and I can prove it”.
I say this, because if it was the research I was rating, it would be impossible to give anything but the maximum score. However, as a book, a text to read, it occasionally falls short.
Many parts of the book are absolutely enthralling. Especially when Saviano is writing from his own experience, the things he witnessed with his own eyes are gripping and turn Gomorrah into a page turner. Many other parts of the book, however, deal with larger concepts, an analysis of the economics of Europe and beyond that Camorra activity directly influences, and even shapes. Though a necessary aspect to shed light on to understand the unfathomable scale of their reach, some passages really do grind the narrative to a halt. Long lists of names of prominent criminals, that of course mean something to Saviano, but are often never mentioned again. The same goes for lists of towns where, for example, municipal governments have been abdicated for having ties to the Mafia, and lists of investigations by the authorities. Perhaps a more extensive use of footnotes could have solved this, but I also feel like the book is either too short or too long. Cutting some of these passages out would have led to a more streamlined introduction, while expanding them with a more extensive analysis of sources might have made it a definitive overview book of Camorra activity at the turn of the twenty-first century. As it stands, it is a bit of neither.
Saviano’s writing style can sometimes work well, but his similes and musings, to me, sometimes fall flat. They sometimes turn this gritty, no nonsense exposé into what seems like an attempt at modern literature. Some of this may be a result of the translation process into English, but often they seem to go somewhere, only to go off the rails a little too much. One of the worst offenders, to me, is the opening passage of the fifth chapter, Women:
I would like to reiterate my respect for the lengths that Saviano went to document Camorra activity, risking his own life in order to expose the dark secrets all around us. For that he deserves acclaim, but as a narrative, Gomorrah does not hit all marks.
I say this, because if it was the research I was rating, it would be impossible to give anything but the maximum score. However, as a book, a text to read, it occasionally falls short.
Many parts of the book are absolutely enthralling. Especially when Saviano is writing from his own experience, the things he witnessed with his own eyes are gripping and turn Gomorrah into a page turner. Many other parts of the book, however, deal with larger concepts, an analysis of the economics of Europe and beyond that Camorra activity directly influences, and even shapes. Though a necessary aspect to shed light on to understand the unfathomable scale of their reach, some passages really do grind the narrative to a halt. Long lists of names of prominent criminals, that of course mean something to Saviano, but are often never mentioned again. The same goes for lists of towns where, for example, municipal governments have been abdicated for having ties to the Mafia, and lists of investigations by the authorities. Perhaps a more extensive use of footnotes could have solved this, but I also feel like the book is either too short or too long. Cutting some of these passages out would have led to a more streamlined introduction, while expanding them with a more extensive analysis of sources might have made it a definitive overview book of Camorra activity at the turn of the twenty-first century. As it stands, it is a bit of neither.
Saviano’s writing style can sometimes work well, but his similes and musings, to me, sometimes fall flat. They sometimes turn this gritty, no nonsense exposé into what seems like an attempt at modern literature. Some of this may be a result of the translation process into English, but often they seem to go somewhere, only to go off the rails a little too much. One of the worst offenders, to me, is the opening passage of the fifth chapter, Women:
‘It was as if I had an indefinable odor on me. Like the smell that permeates your clothing when you go to one of those fried-food places. When you leave, the smell gradually becomes less noticeable, blending with the poison of car exhaust, but it’s still there. You can take countless showers, soak for hours in heavily perfumed bath salts and oils, but you can’t get rid of it. And not because - like the sweat of a rapist - it has penetrated your flesh, but because you realize it was already inside you. As if it were emanating from a dormant gland that all of a sudden started secreting, activated more by a sensation of truth than of fear. As if something in your body were able to tell when you are staring at the truth, perceiving it with all your senses, with no mediation.’Etcetera.
I would like to reiterate my respect for the lengths that Saviano went to document Camorra activity, risking his own life in order to expose the dark secrets all around us. For that he deserves acclaim, but as a narrative, Gomorrah does not hit all marks.
bloodyfool0's review against another edition
4.0
A very interesting read. Great insight on the machinations of the underworld. How they operate with impunity under layers and layers of hidden protection. The author is very brave to put this account out there.
This book is for anyone who is interested in the workings of organised crime. This book gives a good account on their business interests and interpersonal relationships. The chain of command is very tight and close knit.
This book is for anyone who is interested in the workings of organised crime. This book gives a good account on their business interests and interpersonal relationships. The chain of command is very tight and close knit.
mkesten's review
5.0
"In the land of the Camorra, knowing the clans' mechanisms for success, their modes of extraction, their investments, means understanding how everything works today everywhere, not merely here."
With this "J'accuse" Roberto Saviano closes out his encyclopaedia of mob violence, control and conquest of the small crime territory around Naples.
Except he isn't just talking about Naples.
He is talking about the web of criminal syndicates from China to South America. They start with their gains from drugs, extortion, and prostitution and swiftly move into "legitimate" industries of fashion, construction, retail, and other manifestations of money laundering.
They move massive amounts of arms and fabrics, cement, and even toxic waste around Europe and the world.
The trail of corruption extends far beyond even the Camorra, the Neapolitan Mafia.
I've come from reading about the Bad-ass librarians of Timbuktu who struggled to save 377,000 precious medieval books and manuscripts from Al-Qaeda bad men. Terrorists in name, hoodlums bent on kidnapping, drug running, and smuggling to finance their causes.
And the dismantling of government oversight in Louisiana where chemical processors dump tons of toxic waste into the bayou, in Arlie Russell Hochschild's "Strangers in Their Own Land: Anger and Mourning on the American Right."
Svetlana Alexievich tracks much of the same criminal mentality in "Secondhnad Time: The Last of the Soviets" except in this great book it is Russia and some of the former Soviet republics. And Bill Browder traces the same sense of entitlement Putin's bureaucrats show in stealing massive amounts from the public purse in "Red Notice: A True Story of High Finance, Murder, and One Man's Fight for Justice." Then from Russian pockets millions, if not billions get laundered into New York, London, and Hong Kong real estate.
Saviano's book starts with the cancerous effects of organized crime in the fibre of society. In Naples, where many of the poor don't know where to start, the Camorra give them their start: pinching goods from warehouses, working in construction gangs, moving sewage.
Then it gives them one step up on the rest.
Young people gain their confidence and learn that might makes right from the bottom to the top of society.
As cash washes through the system it makes governing Southern Italy virtually impossible. So too does it make international trade difficult to police where Chinese goods are getting smuggled into knock-off factories ipoutside of Naples and Rome. Where tons of Europe's waste get re-purposes into fertilizer, and landfill sites become new housing developments.
This in a landscape of massive migration from war zones and famine in Africa to Europe and beyond.
Take the lid off the Soviet empire and you get worse than a pail of worms. You get an absolutely rotten society set on a pace to destroy the land and set civilization on its head. Or perhaps I should have said that the end of the Soviet Empire let us refocus on what really was going on in the world.
With this "J'accuse" Roberto Saviano closes out his encyclopaedia of mob violence, control and conquest of the small crime territory around Naples.
Except he isn't just talking about Naples.
He is talking about the web of criminal syndicates from China to South America. They start with their gains from drugs, extortion, and prostitution and swiftly move into "legitimate" industries of fashion, construction, retail, and other manifestations of money laundering.
They move massive amounts of arms and fabrics, cement, and even toxic waste around Europe and the world.
The trail of corruption extends far beyond even the Camorra, the Neapolitan Mafia.
I've come from reading about the Bad-ass librarians of Timbuktu who struggled to save 377,000 precious medieval books and manuscripts from Al-Qaeda bad men. Terrorists in name, hoodlums bent on kidnapping, drug running, and smuggling to finance their causes.
And the dismantling of government oversight in Louisiana where chemical processors dump tons of toxic waste into the bayou, in Arlie Russell Hochschild's "Strangers in Their Own Land: Anger and Mourning on the American Right."
Svetlana Alexievich tracks much of the same criminal mentality in "Secondhnad Time: The Last of the Soviets" except in this great book it is Russia and some of the former Soviet republics. And Bill Browder traces the same sense of entitlement Putin's bureaucrats show in stealing massive amounts from the public purse in "Red Notice: A True Story of High Finance, Murder, and One Man's Fight for Justice." Then from Russian pockets millions, if not billions get laundered into New York, London, and Hong Kong real estate.
Saviano's book starts with the cancerous effects of organized crime in the fibre of society. In Naples, where many of the poor don't know where to start, the Camorra give them their start: pinching goods from warehouses, working in construction gangs, moving sewage.
Then it gives them one step up on the rest.
Young people gain their confidence and learn that might makes right from the bottom to the top of society.
As cash washes through the system it makes governing Southern Italy virtually impossible. So too does it make international trade difficult to police where Chinese goods are getting smuggled into knock-off factories ipoutside of Naples and Rome. Where tons of Europe's waste get re-purposes into fertilizer, and landfill sites become new housing developments.
This in a landscape of massive migration from war zones and famine in Africa to Europe and beyond.
Take the lid off the Soviet empire and you get worse than a pail of worms. You get an absolutely rotten society set on a pace to destroy the land and set civilization on its head. Or perhaps I should have said that the end of the Soviet Empire let us refocus on what really was going on in the world.
_dunno_'s review
3.0
You know how, when you look up places on Google images, you get the most important landmarks, historical sites, parks, etc. If you look up Casal di Principe (hometown to one of Camorra's most important criminal clans - the Casalesi), all you find is pics of mafiosi, policemen arresting criminals, captions from news about the Camorra and some pics with Roberto Saviano. THAT says a lot about the place and the book itself as well.
edenist87's review
3.0
"A message on his flesh, which everyone in Mondragone and Formia would immediately understand."
I took a university course in 'Narrative Literary Journalism' styled around Truman Capote's approach to self-insertion and deep research into a particular story - lifting the lid if you will. It's fair to say that Gomorrah, a disentanglement and expose of Italian organised crime seen through all strata from Don to pusher, is Roberto Saviano's 'In Cold Blood'.
His description is vivid and narrative fluid, and there's a staggering attention to detail, particularly in sketching relationships between the web of figures driving the Neapolitan criminal economy. Yet where Capote was able to elicit character and emotive investment, Saviano sadly falls short. The laundry list of names and obituaries blurred into statistics and when depictions of gritty violence in Naples' concrete labyrinth landed, it didn't leave me feeling a loss that greater characterisation would create.
Which leads me to the opinion that this is the foundation of his life's work and one that is presumably fully realised through the famous TV adaptation, which I confess to not having seen yet. The pieces are all present in the chapters (particularly the early part on Chinese influence on inbound contraband, a baffling tale involving Angelina Jolie and later depiction of the international wing of the mafia), but the journalistic burden to pursue the unvarnished truth limits this book from realising what it might have been - that said, it's certainly to be admired as Saviano's life's work. And yes, he's still, fifteen years after publication, here.
I took a university course in 'Narrative Literary Journalism' styled around Truman Capote's approach to self-insertion and deep research into a particular story - lifting the lid if you will. It's fair to say that Gomorrah, a disentanglement and expose of Italian organised crime seen through all strata from Don to pusher, is Roberto Saviano's 'In Cold Blood'.
His description is vivid and narrative fluid, and there's a staggering attention to detail, particularly in sketching relationships between the web of figures driving the Neapolitan criminal economy. Yet where Capote was able to elicit character and emotive investment, Saviano sadly falls short. The laundry list of names and obituaries blurred into statistics and when depictions of gritty violence in Naples' concrete labyrinth landed, it didn't leave me feeling a loss that greater characterisation would create.
Which leads me to the opinion that this is the foundation of his life's work and one that is presumably fully realised through the famous TV adaptation, which I confess to not having seen yet. The pieces are all present in the chapters (particularly the early part on Chinese influence on inbound contraband, a baffling tale involving Angelina Jolie and later depiction of the international wing of the mafia), but the journalistic burden to pursue the unvarnished truth limits this book from realising what it might have been - that said, it's certainly to be admired as Saviano's life's work. And yes, he's still, fifteen years after publication, here.