Jose Latour's new novel, "Havana World Series," tells the story of a gang of Cuban toughs who knock off Meyer Lansky's Casino de Capri. As background for the heist: the 1958 World Series, playing everywhere on radios and tv, while plots are perfected. And in the hills Castro gets closer and closer. This is fascinating stuff, and in many ways serves as a satisfying expansion on the "Cuban" parts of Godfather II.
Latour knows the people, and the times. Dialogue and description blend seamlessly and accurately in prose that is Hemingwayesque in its leaness and precision. Historical figures, such as Lansky and Joe Bonanno, are believably lethal. Fictional characters, such as ringleader Mariano "Ox" Contreras, are just as believable (and lethal). Cuba was a tough place in 1958, where money and death could be made or found, depending on the breaks and maybe your brains. Honor, deception, sex, violence, baseball, torture, and revolution, it's all here. Good general comparisons (dialogue, description, intricate plotting) could probably be found in George Higgins' "The Friends of Eddie Coyle," or his "Outlaws." That said, "Havana World Series" nevertheless stakes out its own impressive turf in the upper reaches of crime fiction, and on its own terms. A classic.