do not buy this book
It takes a rare talent to transform a subject as theoretically exciting as the Irish mob into such a thoroughly lifeless bore, a talent which was deftly employed throughout Brutal.
The first nine thousand pages were dedicated to the author regaling us with tales of how sweet he was at punching dudes in the face. To hear him tell it, he was basically the best at face punching.
The next couple of chapters are a list of all of the black people he punched in the face and why they totally deserved it.
Then he and his ghost writer went on about some boring murders and shakedowns, and the boring people who were doing them for their boring reasons. Lucky for Kevin, he apparently never took a direct part in any of those activities, but was always close enough to the action to be a credible state’s witness. That was both super convenient and entirely 100% believable no seriously guys I am being serious here.
I am so glad I got this book from a library, because I would have felt like a real jackass if I’d paid for it.