Land of Ice and Snow, Smoggy Steeltown,
and the Italian Mob
Or…
How to Write Mob Comedies in your own
Home Town, and not get Taken Out by the Family
It
all closed in on me at the launch of THE GODDAUGHTER mob caper in Hamilton. Eighty-five
people stood waiting.
The
local television station had cameras in my face. So far, it had been an easy interview focused
on my awards and comedy career. The fellow was charming. I liked him a lot. Then he dropped the bomb.
“So…have
you ever met a member of the mob?”
I
didn’t like him so much anymore.
Yikes! Hesitation.
A lot of feet shuffling.
“Yes.”
I said, very precisely. So precisely, that everyone in the room laughed
nervously. “In fact, I had to wait until certain members of my family died
before getting this book published. ‘Nuf said.”
The
‘nuf said’ was the closure. He got
it. Being a smart lad, he even let it
drop.
Because
frankly, I was speaking the truth. I did
wait until certain people died. Some of
them were in Sicily, but more were in Canada.
Some even died from natural causes.
(“He died cleaning his rifle” was an unfortunate family expression,
meaning something entirely different, if you get my drift.)
This
made me think about how close you want to get in a book to real life.
As
writers, we research a hell of a lot. Of
course, I did research for The Goddaughter series. Some of the study was pretty close to home,
as I riffed on memories from my childhood.
My first memory is of a family reunion at a remote farmhouse
in Southern Ontario. I was not quite three, and tears were streaming down my
face. Big scary uncles picked me up.
They tried to console me by speaking softly. But I couldn’t understand them
because they were speaking in Italian, or more specifically, Sicilian.
Those were the days of Brio and cannoli after mass on Sunday
mornings. And gossip about other
relatives, one of whom was a famous boxer.
My aunt’s friend, the singer (one of a trio of sisters) who could not
escape the clutches of a mob underboss in the States; he wouldn’t let her
go. I remember the aunts clamming up
about this, when I ventured into the room looking for Mom.
I was a darling of the family, with dark curly hair and
big evergreen eyes. Later, when I grew up curvy and was tall enough to model,
they doted on me. So my memories of growing up in such a family are decidedly
warped.
They were warm and loving.
Very witty. Loads of fun. And massively protective.
In the screwball comedy THE GODDAUGHTER REVENGE, you will find a mob
family that is funny and rather delightful.
Gina loves them, but hates the business.
She is always trying to put it behind her, and somehow gets sucked back
in to bail them out. I wanted to show
that ambivalence. You are supposed to
love your family and support them. But
what if your family is this one?
How
close is too close to home? I do cut pretty close in describing Hamilton. The streets are real. The names of the
neighbourhoods are real. I even describe the location of the restaurant where
the mob (in my books) hangs out. I changed the name, of course, because the
last thing I want is readers thinking this hot resto is really a mob hangout. And
besides, it’s fun when fans email me to say, “When they all meet at La Paloma,
did you really mean XXX?” Readers feel they’ve been part of an in-joke.
THE GODDAUGHTER series is meant to be laugh-out-loud
funny. But there is an adage that states:
Comedy is tragedy barely averted.
No kidding. I’ve been
writing comedy all my adult life.
The Toronto Sun called her Canada's "Queen of Comedy." Library Journal compared her to Janet Evanovich. Melodie Campbell got her start writing standup. www.melodiecampbell.com