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Serpico
Serpico | Peter Maas
6 posts | 4 read | 1 reading | 4 to read
The 1960s was a time of social and generational upheaval felt with particular intensity in the melting pot of New York City. A culture of corruption pervaded the New York Police Department, where payoffs, protection, and shakedowns of gambling rackets and drug dealers were common practice. The so-called blue code of silence protected the minority of crooked cops from the sanction of the majority. Into this maelstrom came a working class, Brooklyn-born, Italian cop with long hair, a beard, and a taste for opera and ballet. Frank Serpico was a man who couldn't be silenced -- or bought -- and he refused to go along with the system. He had sworn an oath to uphold the law, even if the perpetrators happened to be other cops. For this unwavering commitment to justice, Serpico nearly paid with his life.
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Serpico | Peter Maas
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Finished my first book for #24in48 @24in48

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Jbakesmcgee3
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First book, first hour! #24in48 @24in48

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Jbakesmcgee3
Serpico | Peter Maas
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Picked up this really interesting account about a cop who could not be bought in the incredibly corrupt NYPD of the 60s

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Book_Gnome
Serpico | Peter Maas
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Opening line:
"It was a warm September afternoon in New York as I watch Frank Serpico, age thirty-five, the son of a Neapolitan shoemaker, walk with the help of a cane toward the fashionable Manhattan hotel."
#bookgnome #petermaas #serpico #dumbledwarf

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Serpico | Peter Maas
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I stole this from my mothers bookshelf. I read it back in the 80's and think I will give it a reread at some point.