Pickpockets Tale: The Underworld Of Nineteenth Century New York by Timothy J GilfoylePickpockets Tale: The Underworld Of Nineteenth Century New York by Timothy J Gilfoyle

Pickpockets Tale: The Underworld Of Nineteenth Century New York

byTimothy J Gilfoyle

Paperback | July 24, 2007

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In George Appo's world, child pickpockets swarmed the crowded streets, addicts drifted in furtive opium dens, and expert swindlers worked the lucrative green-goods game. On a good night Appo made as much as a skilled laborer made in a year. Bad nights left him with more than a dozen scars and over a decade in prisons from the Tombs and Sing Sing to the Matteawan State Hospital for the Criminally Insane, where he reunited with another inmate, his father. The child of Irish and Chinese immigrants, Appo grew up in the notorious Five Points and Chinatown neighborhoods. He rose as an exemplar of the "good fellow," a criminal who relied on wile, who followed a code of loyalty even in his world of deception. Here is the underworld of the New York that gave us Edith Wharton, Boss Tweed, Central Park, and the Brooklyn Bridge.
Timothy J. Gilfoyle is an acclaimed historian. His first book, City of Eros, won the prestigious Nevins Prize, awarded by the Society of American Historians. He is professor of history at Loyola University in Chicago.
Title:Pickpockets Tale: The Underworld Of Nineteenth Century New YorkFormat:PaperbackDimensions:480 pages, 8.3 × 5.5 × 1.1 inPublished:July 24, 2007Publisher:WW NortonLanguage:English

The following ISBNs are associated with this title:

ISBN - 10:0393329895

ISBN - 13:9780393329896


Editorial Reviews

Authoritative, thoroughly researched, eye-opening and grand, good fun to read. — Kirkus Reviews

Gilfoyle paints a Hogarthian cityscape...colorful, evocative social history. — Publishers Weekly

Instructive and...chilling. — Jonathan Yardley (Washington Post)