THE BOOKS
JOEY PISS POT
It’s mob fiction so there will be blood, but those settings are expected. The draw with Stella’s books is character development, not page after page describing a surveillance route with 12 tails in the rearview mirror. It’s the verbal back and forth that plants you in your chair. Clever, brutal, lean, creative, profane, authentic, hard. Makes you think you’re eavesdropping on a reality that only Stella knows and lays out for the reader that makes you wonder . . .
“Where has this guy been?”
Remember Bum Phillips, the long-ago head football coach of the Houston Oilers? When asked whether his running back, Earl Campbell was in a class by himself, Phillips replied, ‘I don’t know, but it sure doesn’t take long for the roll call.”
In that class of riveting writers that put you right adjacent to the characters, made sure you add Stella alongside of the likes of George V. Higgins, Elmore Leonard, Cormac McCarthy, George Pelaconos and newcomers to school SA Cosby and Brian Panowich.
THE VOICES IN MY HEAD
Charles is born into the American Catholic Dream. Father is cruel to be kind (“Charles was good this week. Charles was bad this week.”), pitting him against his sister in the battle for affection. Momma, in her native Italian language, calls him piccolo Gesù (Little Jesus). In his personal battle of good versus evil, Charles turns to daydreams. Can he be saved? Seeking redemption requires more than good intentions. It requires luck too, the kind that places the exact right person in the exact right time and place. It requires love that has nothing to do with money and everything to do with finding a soul that has been petrified by lifelong emotional rejection. A woman to the rescue? Or is the voice of a saint that does the trick? Or maybe it’s the voice of young political activist, or is it the voice of the Archangel Metatron? Little Jesus tells his tale in the second person voice of “You” … just one of the many voices in his head.
Rough Riders
Johnny Porno
Mafiya
Stalked by the Mafiya, pursued by the police—not least, a maverick Russian-born detective whose broken English hides an intelligence as cold as any among his countrymen on the other side of the law—Agnes can only run. Until she gets herself red leather boots, lipstick, a boning knife, and a plan.
What she doesn’t plan on, though, are crooked cops, a Saudi weapons dealer, gangland assassins, a turf war, and redfella deviants. What she doesn’t plan on could get her killed.
Shakedown
For three months now, ex-bookmaker Bobby G has been heading down the straight and narrow. He’s got the girl – pretty, and willful, Lin Yao, a video-grapher with a black belt in karate – and he’s bought the ring. He’s also safely stashed away a tidy, slightly tainted retirement fund. Then his old boss, a captain with the Vignieri crime family, flips and rats on his Mafioso associates. And Bobby’s past begins catching up with him.
“To get down to brass taxes,” as the phrase-twisting enforcer Tommy Agro puts it, the family figures it’s due, say, two percent of Bobby’s take. Intelligent, combative, a bit of a smart-ass, and stubborn, Bobby resists persuasion, even when he’s facing Agro’s muscle, a former offensive lineman who bench-presses five hundred pounds. Soon, though, Lin Yao is facing an Irish goon freelancing for the Vignieris, and before you can say the Mott Street Shadows the wiseguys’ shakedown is escalating as fast as Stella’s rapid-fire dialogue into warfare with a Chinese gang in the Heart of Little Italy.
Cheapskates
– David Montgomery (Chicago Sun-Times)
Reese Waters is headstrong, principled, and a bit naive. The former bus driver and now ex-con merely wants to do the right thing by prison buddy Peter Rizzo. He just doesn’t expect the right thing to entail $50,000 in cash, a funeral, the mean-spirited schemes of Rizzo’s congenitally greedy ex-wife, confrontations with Mafia consigliere Jimmy Valentine, two hit men, a Nation of Islam splinter group, and the homicide investigation of two New York police detectives. Reese is barely a day out of Fishkill Penitentiary before his world is spinning crazily out of control because everybody’s after the money, which is all at once a divorce settlement, an unhonored debt, a ransom demand, a shakedown, a killer’s fee, and a mere fifty g’s. With dynamite dialogue, high-octane action, and hardboiled humor, what author Charlie Stella’s cheapskates will do for the money gets as wild as the ride of a runaway bus loose on Second Avenue.
Charlie Opera
With bravura, alternating brutality with humor and high-octane action with virtuoso tough-guy dialogue, Stella crafts his story of Charlie Pellecchia, whose unwitting entanglement with New York mobster Nicky Cuccia plops him in the path of the DEA, FBI, and Las Vegas police. Law enforcement may find Charlie awkwardly in its way, but elsewhere—in deluxe casino hotel suites, at deserted construction sites, on quiet residential streets—a bodybuilding punk looking to be made, a professional killer, a mob chief’s double-dealing accountant, and a pair of Vietnamese gangbangers are all trying to put Charlie permanently out of the way. All because he broke a wiseguy’s jaw.
Add to the mix hookers with felonious kinks, a cop deeply troubled by his wife’s infidelity, a ham-fisted redneck with vengeance on his mind and some bad faith between a Brooklyn crime family and the Russian mob. Things go down tough in Charlie’s opera.
Jimmy Bench-Press
Jimmy Mangino figures he’s overdue. Already he’s done two stretches in the joint. But he’s back, and he’s still a good earner for the family. You got a loser you need to lean on, Jimmy lends his strong arm, and he doesn’t flinch at murder, not for the Vignieris. He also bench-presses four hundred pounds. Jimmy wants to be a made man. Alex Pavlik wants to take Jimmy down. Pavlik, the edgy Polish cop who tailed Eddie Senta in Charlie Stella’s enthusiastically reviewed debut, Eddie’s World, has been transferred to Organized Crime from Homicide, where his short temper, keen sense of justice, and too-ready prizefighter’s fists have proved to be a volatile combination.
Tough-talking, taut, and craftily plotted, Stella’s second novel takes Pavlik and his new partner into the shifty world of Jimmy Bench-Press when wannabe-mobster Larry Berra hires Mangino to collect on a bad loan to a sixty-three-year-old Italian barber with a Cuban girlfriend. Jimmy’s got his fingers in any number of illegal pies, from extortion to murder, drugs and porn. Enough to get a man made, maybe.
Eddie's World
Eddie Senta has a problem, in this hard-boiled, fast-paced novel of crime. His attractive second wife, a highly successful marketing research executive who hears her biological clock loudly ticking, wants a baby. She also wants Eddie to clean up his act. Their marriage is going bad.
Nothing’s going great for Eddie, in fact. His stints as a firecracker word processor in the legitimate business world dull him, and the kick he once got running for the mob has turned into mere efficiency. Maybe it’s a midlife crisis, like his wife’s unsympathetic therapist says. Uneasy with the feeling that his world is daily shrinking, Eddie seizes the opportunity, when it presents itself, to make an easy score and at the same time to help out a friend. While Eddie by no means needs the five grand he’ll make on the deal, he longs for the thrill–and the reinvigoration of his stale fortyish self–that a quick, uncomplicated robbery might bring.