![]() ![]() ![]() So I would actually be more likely to recommend this to someone who’s never seen Goodfellas, who can appreciate the sheer outlandishness of this memoir. (It also doesn’t help that the narration in Goodfellas is practically lifted word-for-word from the text of Hill’s memoir, to the point where I hope he got a screenwriter’s credit for the movie) Having seen the movie created this weird mental disconnect where even though I knew I was reading a memoir, it still felt kind of like a novel. There’s so much about Goodfellas that seems outrageous and over-the-top and made up, so it was almost weird to learn that Henry Hill was a real person, and that everything he describes in his memoir actually happened. ![]() Part of me wishes that I had read this book, which directly inspired Goodfellas, without having seen or even having any knowledge of the movie. Ever since the first day he walked into the Euclid Avenue Taxicab Company back in 1954, Henry had been fascinated by the world he had longed to join, and there was little he hadn’t learned and even less that he had forgotten.” He could have written the handbook on street-level mob operations. He was not a mob boss or even a noncommissioned officer in the mob, but he was an earner, the kind of sidewalk mechanic who knew something about everything. Attorney McDonald and the Strike Force prosecutors Henry Hill was a bonanza. ![]()
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