The Greenfather: A Novel
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Loosely based on Mario Puzo's runaway hit The Godfather, THE GREENFATHER showcases Marshall’s comic dialogue, honed year after year in late night television, in the grand tradition of classic mob comedy, like Analyze This and Analyze That. Packed with larger than life goons, right-hand men, Feds and green fanatics, THE GREENFATHER satirizes the environmental movement, crime, families, and crime families.
THE GREENFATHER is sharp, hilarious, and takes no prisoners, except the ones who are supposed to go there. It goes well with a light salad of radicchio and cherry plum tomatoes.
John Marshall
Having moved to Switzerland, and qualified as a historian (Masters, Northumbria University, 2016), the author came across the story of the Savoyards in England and engaged in this important history research project. He founded an association to develop Anglo Swiss relations regarding this story, in liaison with Cadw, Château de Grandson, Yverdon and others.
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- Rating: 3 out of 5 stars3/5What does the mob and organic food have in common? In this book quite a lot. Frankie is the youngest son of three, his father is the capo of the mob, his two brothers already active participants. Frankie though is different, he opens an organic food store and wants nothing to do with his family's business. Sometimes we don't get what we want and when his father is iced, Frankie finds staying out of the family business is easier said then done. In the line of the spoof movie, Airplane, this is a comedic caper that provides many amusing moments. In fact, too many amusing moments and though this is meant to be a satire, for me it got a bit tiring, a bit much. Just not my type of book, but would make a very funny movie for those who like those sort of spoofs. A very quick read, it is written to flow quickly and just a brief foray into a different type of read. Worth it for the amusing moments, a brief detour.ARC from publisher.
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The Greenfather - John Marshall
CHAPTER ONE
THIS IS CUTTING EDGE? I’VE SEEN hipper fruit aisles at Walmart!
Simon took off his black, horn-rimmed glasses and stared in disbelief at the carefully arranged apples, oranges, bananas, and grapefruits. Too standard. Even the exotics looked ordinary.
Eric the Fruit Captain’s face was redder than the applenges, a trendy apple–orange hybrid. I can redo it.
There’s no time,
said Simon. What are you calling this?
Eric held up a sign that read: AN INCONVENIENT FRUIT.
Classic Al Gore,
said Simon, but you’re making a basic food group sound like a total pain.
Then I’ll change it.
Change it tomorrow!
said Simon, putting his glasses back on. The opening ceremony was minutes away. And fix this one, too!
He pointed to a sign that said: LIME WAITS FOR NO ONE.
Simon left Fruits and headed toward Veggies. With his ponytail, scraggly beard, and intense, holistic energy, he looked like an employee at a health food supermarket. But he wasn’t.
He was the boss.
As the owner of Good Eggs, Incorporated, soon to be New York’s number-one organic destination—according to the app Manhipster—he prided himself on doing things differently. He had intended to run the place as a laid-back, liberal-minded, semi-hippie. Now he was forced to be a hard-ass. Still, the store was his dream, and if he had to bark orders, well, that was just part of his karma.
Simon darted past employees putting last-minute touches on displays, adjusting a rainbow here, dusting a lunar surface there.
He reached Carotene Alley. A tall woman, also with a ponytail, held a cardboard cutout of a 1930s man brandishing an oversized carrot like a machine gun.
No, no, no,
said Simon. Marla, what the hell is that?
A green gangster,
said Marla.
We’ve been over this! I can’t have crime imagery in the store.
1930s crooks don’t upset anyone,
said Marla. They’re cute. Like pirates.
So why don’t you make him a swashbuckler?
Because Trader Joe’s uses them!
said Marla. Don’t you want your own unique cartoon criminals?
Simon sighed. Marla was the best. That’s why she was his co-owner. But she was also his wife, and she didn’t respect how sensitive he was about crime. She kept telling him to lighten up. Simon always said if he could lighten up, she wouldn’t have to tell him to.
A gong sounded and a loudspeaker crackled.
Simon! Visitor! Please report to the Gates of Nirvana!
Simon rushed to Darwin’s Theory of Cerealution, where a teacher in a mini-classroom was preparing a lesson on how on how rice crisps and wheat puffs evolved from corn flakes.
Psst!
said the teacher. The protest is set for Thursday.
Not now, George,
said Simon.
Just tell me, do you want to be arrested or only detained?
George was Simon’s most loyal worker, best friend, and radical genius, but he didn’t know when to stop.
Do you even know what you’re protesting?
We’re narrowing it down,
said George. Once we know how many people want to be incarcerated, we’ll pick something.
Send me a text,
said Simon, as he rushed past the classroom, tripping over boxes of Frosted Chromosome-O’s.
Near the checkout, he walked up to a gigantic egg carton with cups big enough to sit in. The Friendly Manager O’ the Day was in one—a man with a hat shaped like a broken eggshell.
Hi, Ricky,
said Simon. Where’s my visitor?
Outside,
said Ricky. He squirmed in his cup. He sent a rather large man in here to say that you should meet him out there.
Simon looked out the window. A long black limo was idling on East 14th Street. Simon had been afraid this was going to happen. And five minutes before the opening, too.
Thanks,
said Simon. Your shirt has a stain.
It’s yolk,
said Ricky. Part of the theme.
Simon walked past the cash registers and went through the automatic doors. He looked around to see if anyone was watching. No one was. He went up to the limo. A window went down.
Frankie, how you doin’?
said a gruff voice.
Simon didn’t answer.
I said, Frankie, how you doin’?
Simon clenched his jaw.
Frankie! What am I, talkin’ to myself over here?
said the voice.
My name is Simon. As you know, I had it changed legally.
I don’t know which bothers me more, you changin’ your name or doin’ it legally.
Why?
said Simon. Because everything you do is illegal?
Whoo,
said another voice, gruffer and coarser. If someone talked to me like that, I’d kick his fuckin’ ass.
Nobody’s talking to you, Overweight Anthony,
said Simon.
Fat Tony.
Whatever.
Fat Tony was imposing, but the other man was Simon’s nemesis. His name was Francis Raccione. Former contract killer. Head of New York’s largest crime family. One of the most feared men in the world.
He was also Simon’s dad.
Hey, Frankie,
said Francis. Show some respect.
"Why don’t you show me some respect? said Simon.
Why are you outside my store on the day of my big opening?"
Oh, is today the opening of your little fruit and vegetable stand?
It’s an organic health food supermarket!
Don’t remind me,
said Francis. I had hoped you would go into something more masculine, like cement or garbage.
Food is not effeminate!
Not real food. But your food is all, what’s the word—
Nutritious,
said Fat Tony.
Yeah,
said Francis. Nobody eats that shit.
Simon looked at his watch. Dad, can you tell me what you want? I know I won’t like it, so let’s get it over with.
Listen,
said Francis. I don’t want nothin’. This life I have, I never wanted this for you …
Oh, no,
said Simon. Not the ‘I never wanted this for you’ speech.
What’s wrong with that?
said Francis. That’s a good speech.
"Because every time you give it, you mean you do want it for me. You always try to suck me back into the Family."
I’m tellin’ ya,
said Fat Tony, I’d have kicked his ass into his frozen foods by now.
Maybe if you lowered your cholesterol and ate some almonds you might not be so belligerent,
said Simon.
Yo!
said Fat Tony. You got almonds?
I know you wanna be all legit and whatnot,
said Francis. I support that. But when I’m gone, whether you like it or not, you’re gonna take over the business.
No,
said Simon. I have my own business. A good business—a real business. One that helps people.
I don’t help people? People always come to me for favors.
And if they cross you, you ice them.
Only if they have it coming.
You can’t just commit acts of violence whenever you feel like it!
What do you mean? We have guidelines, a mission statement.
I don’t care if you have an annual report,
said Simon.
You never saw it?
said Francis. I’ll get you a copy.
It has good photos of all the guys we whacked,
said Fat Tony.
Dad,
said Simon. I’m going back inside. If you want free samples, I’ll send them out. Otherwise, leave me alone, okay?
You’re breakin’ an old man’s heart,
said Francis. I don’t want no free samples. I just want my Frankie.
Can I get some of them pigs in a blanket?
said Fat Tony.
Please,
said Francis. Frankie—
It’s Simon!
said Simon. Show some fuckin’ respect!
He turned and stormed back into the store.
You want me to rough him up a little?
said Fat Tony. Then I could bring back some little pizzas.
No,
said Francis. I got what I came for.
He told you off. He don’t want to take over the business.
"That’s what I said to my fadda. Look how I turned out."
Well, you know what they say. Like fadda, like son.
Frankie wants to be good, but he’ll grow out of it. It’s just a stage in his illegal development.
Who are you, the mob Dr. Phil?
Ha ha haaaugh,
said Francis, pounding his chest. Hauugh! Augh! Augh! Hoogh! You tryin’ to kill me?
You got it comin’,
said Fat Tony. Now let me go inside and get some hors fuckin’ d’ouevres.
CHAPTER TWO
LOOK, SIMON!
SAID MARLA. YOU’RE ON the news!
Marla and Simon were in their Upper East Side apartment, staring at the TV. His picture was next to a graphic of a hit man who was about to stab a rutabaga.
Marla, that looks like your cartoon gangster with the carrot.
So what?
said Marla. It’s free publicity.
Simon sighed. He had gotten publicity like this his whole life. Publicity he never wanted, all because of who his dad was.
When Simon was four (back when he was still Frankie), he tried asking his dad about the Family.
What’s a capo?
It’s a thing you use on a guitar.
Do you use Uncle Paulie on a guitar?
No, he’s a different kind of capo.
What kind is that?
Uh. … He wears a lot of capes, so people call him Capo.
Then there was the time the six-year-old Frankie was in the backyard and saw one of the boys
carrying something wrapped in a large black plastic garbage bag.
Whatcha got in there?
asked Frankie.
Aw, fuck,
said the man.
You said a bad word,
said Frankie.
Don’t tell nobody.
I won’t,
said Frankie, if you tell me what’s in the bag.
Mr. Bad Word looked at Frankie uneasily.
Christmas present,
he said.
Why are you carrying a Christmas present in July?
Santa had union trouble. Scab elves.
At that moment a hand dangled out of the bag.
Is that Santa?
said Frankie.
No, it’s the head of Elf Local 112. I’m takin’ him someplace so he can rest his pointy little feet.
Howdy, Mr. Elf!
shouted Frankie to the bag.
Oh, you won’t be seein’ him no more.
Mr. Bad Word carried the elfin union official into the woods.
Marla was nudging Simon’s leg. Look!
The camera was panning over the aisles at Good Eggs, showing