Ever since Al Capone catapulted himself on the scene at the onset of prohibition, his family name has become a household word. A word that has become synonymous with corruption, killings and contraband. Many a historian and biographer have written about him. Many movies depicted him. Even now there are those who try to capitalize on him. Once you read this book, you'll realize that no one really knew him. No one, of course, except those who shared his meals, his home, his thoughts and of course, the Capone name.
Deirdre Capone is one of those people. The last to be born with the Capone name. In this brutally honest and extremely well written account, Deirdre delves into all the good and bad that having a notorious name encompasses. I have read it and found it to be not at all self serving or exploitative. Instead it is done with class and as a favor to history as she dispels the rumors and assumptions while shedding light on the complex man who brought America its liquor when it was most needed.
This is not only an important piece of American history, this is a story of a family. This is This is not 'just another gangster story', but then, Al Capone was not 'just another gangster.'