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Public Enemies: America's Greatest Crime Wave and the Birth of the FBI, 1933-34 Paperback – April 29, 2009
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"ludicrously entertaining" (Time), Public Enemies is the story of the most spectacular crime wave in American history, the two-year battle between the young J. Edgar Hoover and his FBI, and an assortment of criminals who became national icons: John Dillinger, Machine Gun Kelly, Bonnie and Clyde, Baby Face Nelson, Pretty Boy Floyd, and the Barkers. In an epic feat of storytelling, Burrough reveals a web of interconnections within the vast American underworld and demonstrates how Hoover's G-men secured the FBI's rise to power.
- Print length624 pages
- LanguageEnglish
- PublisherPenguin Books
- Publication dateApril 29, 2009
- Reading age18 years and up
- Dimensions5.5 x 1.05 x 8.5 inches
- ISBN-100143115863
- ISBN-13978-0143115861
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-The Wall Street Journal
"A rollicking yarn whose prose bounces across the page like a getaway car through a wheat field."
-Newsweek
"An amazingly detailed true-life thriller that puts us on a stakeout alongside the feds, inside the banks while bullets fly, and inevitably, next to the criminals' bloody corpses."
-Entertainment Weekly
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In a tourist town on the white-sun Spanish coast an old man was passing his last years, an American grandfather with a snowy white crew cut and a glint in his turquoise eyes. At seventy he was still lean and alert, with high-slanting cheekbones, a sharp chin, and those clear-framed eyeglasses that made him look like a minor-league academic. He spent much of his time holed up in his cluttered garage apartment, watching BBC footage of the Iranian hostage crisis on a flickering black-and-white television, surrounded by bottles of Jack Daniel’s and pills and memories. If you met him down on the beach, he came across as a gentle soul with a soft laugh. Almost certainly he was the most pleasant murderer you’d ever want to meet.
It was sad, but only a little. He’d had his fun. When he’d first come to Spain ten years before, he still knew how to have a good time. There was that frowsy old divorcée from Chicago he used to see. They would go tooling around the coast in her sports car and chug tequila and down their pills and get into these awful screaming fights.
She was gone now. So were the writers, and the documentary makers, the ones who came to hear about the old days; that crew from Canada was the worst, posing him in front of roadsters and surrounding him with actors in fedoras holding fake Tommy guns. He’d done it for the money and for his ego, which had always been considerable. Now, well, now he drank. Out in the cafés, after a few beers, when the sun began to sink down the coast, he would tell stories. The names he dropped meant little to the Spaniards. The Brits and the odd American thought he was nuts, an old lush mumbling in his beer.
When he said he’d been a gangster, they smiled. Sure you were, pops. When he said he’d been Public Enemy Number One—right after John Dillinger, Pretty Boy Floyd and his old protégé Baby Face Nelson—people turned away and rolled their eyes. When he said he and his confederates had single-handedly “created” J. Edgar Hoover and the modern FBI, well, then he would get bitter and people would get up and move to another table. He was obviously unstable. How could you believe anyone who claimed he was the only man in history to have met Charles Manson, Al Capone, and Bonnie and Clyde?
Few in Torremolinos knew it was all true. In those last years at Terminal Island in the sixties he’d taught Manson to play the steel guitar. He’d been at Alcatraz for twenty-one damp winters before that, leaving for Leavenworth a few years before they closed the place in 1963. In fact, he was the longest-serving prisoner in the history of The Rock. He’d known the Birdman and that gasbag Machine Gun Kelly and he’d seen Capone collapse into one of his syphilitic seizures, flopping around on the cafeteria floor like a striped bass on a cutting board.
In his day he’d been famous. Not fifteen-minutes famous but famous-famous, New York Times-page-one-above-the-fold famous. Back before Neil Armstrong, before the Beatles, before American Bandstand, before the war, when Hitler was still a worrisome nut in a bad mustache and FDR was learning to find the White House bathrooms, he was the country’s best known yeggman. Folks today, they didn’t even know what a yegg was. Dillinger, he liked to say, he was the best of yeggs. Pretty Boy Floyd was a good yegg. Bonnie and Clyde wanted to be.
And today? Today he and all his peers were cartoon characters, caricatures in one bad gangster movie after another. You could see them on the late show doing all sorts of made-up stuff, Warren Beatty as some stammering latent homosexual Clyde Barrow, Faye Dunaway as a beautiful Bonnie Parker (now that was a stretch), Richard Dreyfuss as a chattering asshole Baby Face Nelson (okay, they got that right), Shelley Winters as a machine-gun toting Ma Barker, a young Robert De Niro as one of her sons. To him they were all ridiculous Hollywood fantasies, fictional concoctions in a made-up world.
At that point the old man would just shake his head. As he sat on his couch at night, sipping his Jack Daniel’s and popping his pills, what galled him was that it had all been real. It had all happened. Not in some fantasy world, not in the movies, but right there in the middle of the United States, in Chicago, in St. Paul, in Dallas, in Cleveland.
And the truth of it, the actual true facts, was all but lost now, forgotten as totally as he was. Dillinger, Floyd, Nelson, Bonnie and Clyde, Ma Barker: He had known them every one. He was the last one left alive. He had even outlived Hoover himself.
Hoover.
Fucking Hoover.
He leaned over and reached for a bottle of his pills.
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- Publisher : Penguin Books; Media Tie In, Reprint edition (April 29, 2009)
- Language : English
- Paperback : 624 pages
- ISBN-10 : 0143115863
- ISBN-13 : 978-0143115861
- Reading age : 18 years and up
- Item Weight : 1.3 pounds
- Dimensions : 5.5 x 1.05 x 8.5 inches
- Best Sellers Rank: #993,440 in Books (See Top 100 in Books)
- #760 in Law Enforcement (Books)
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- #1,430 in Organized Crime True Accounts
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Bryan Burrough is a special correspondent for Vanity Fair, a former reporter for The Wall Street Journal and the author of three previous books.
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My father is a retired homicide detective. I'm the only girl in a house full of brothers and their friends. For some reason, my brothers didn't seem very interested or impressed regarding what our father did.
On the other hand, I was constantly asking him questions. I remember seeing him take his suit jacket off and there was a gun in a shoulder holster!
Anyway, I ALWAYS was suspicious about John Dillenger's death and how he was finally caught. It makes me furious when I see movies showing him being betrayed by some " woman in red."
I won't ruin anything for anyone who chooses to read this book, but if ××I×× was surprised about so many things, I have a feeling others will be as well.
Lastly, WHY THAT BONEHEAD MELVIN PURVIS WAS NOT FIRED I WILL NEVER KNOW. He was a menace who was responsible for innocent people dying.
If I had any complaint to the book I guess it would be that as a whole its a bit dry which does make the book somewhat hard to finish. Still as far as books go its an amazing detailed account on a bygone era in time. If the subject suits your interest its definitely worth reading in my opinion
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The author rightfully credits those who have gone over the same ground before,but without the benefit of the now opened FBI records.
It transpires that he began where I did back in the 60's with John Toland's excellent 'Dillinger Days'(now once again available on Amazon).
Toland devoted individual chapters, in sequence,to each of the gangs.
But this method tends to obscure the fact that it was all happening over the same short period of time.
Burrough's chronological description of events shows the reality of how intertwined the gangs and their crime wave really were.
'Public Enemies' is extremely well written, with maps of the salient areas of the USA included to show how widespread the gangs roamed over the American landscape during those bloody two years.
Photographs of all the gang members, and many of their accomplices are included, but in the paperback edition these are thumbnail sized only. A 16 page selection of larger photographs is also included, showing photos of many of the events referred to, as covered by the voracious American news media of the day.
Hoover and his FBI come out of the story with very little credit, and their own,(finally) revealed records are generally reponsible for this. Little wonder then that they were suppressed for so long.
Another previously unmentioned aspect of the book is the wonderful sense of time and place; early 1930s America, that the author evokes. This is history at it's best.
To anyone with an interest in this subject, I would recommend this book as the best available.
I also recommend Toland's 'Dillinger Days'. Toland was an eminent historian and writer. His work covered mainly US political and military history,and 'Dillinger Days'was written with the same attention to detail, but in 1963, without the benefit of the FBI files. Still a great book.
I doubt that the film of 'Public Enemies', even with Depp et al will be convincing.
The book is the real deal.