“Piping Rock” now in Locust Valley LI bookstore!


Forest Books of Locust Valley, Long Island is now carrying The Burning of The Piping Rock! (Locust Valley, home of the historic Piping Rock Road, plays an integral part in the novel.) To my friends in that area, please visit Tracey Aledort at Forest Books (or call her to order a copy at 516-759-1489)!

SARATOGA SPRINGS—August 16, 1954, a Day of Horse Racing Fame—and a Night of Gambling Infamy


SARATOGA SPRINGS. On August 16, 1954, horse racing’s legendary took first in the seven furlong Oneonta Purse at Saratoga Race Track.

Native Dancer on cover of Time

That night the infamous Piping Rock Casino burned to the ground in a “mysterious” arson unsolved to this day. Or is it unsolved? It was an odd Monday. Alfred Vanderbilt’s Native Dancer had been sidelined since a May injury. Now in his first race since, could the colt win? The Grey Ghost, as the grey four year old was also affectionately called, had been assigned 137 pounds by Handicapper Jimmy Kilroe. This was The Dancer’s largest ever, and seven more pounds than he carried in his previous start, the Metropolitan Mile at Belmont. At that May 15th race, Native Dancer won by a neck. Adding to the interest, even drama, of the day was that the Dancer was running against First Glance, another Vanderbilt horse. Was Native Dancer far enough past his injuries to beat him? The outcome came on a muddy track, as 14,305 fans watched Native Dancer come in first, nine lengths ahead of First Glance! Racing history was being made. Sadly, Native Dancer’s foot injury kept recurring. He was scheduled to be shipped to France to compete in the prestigious Prix de l’Arc de Triomphe, but this would not happen. Native Dancer was retired to Vanderbilt’s Kentucky farm, put out to stud and sired famous progeny, although none as legendary as the Grey Ghost. But all that sizzled in Saratoga that August 16th wasn’t just Native Dancer! That night, or early in the morning of the 17th, one of Saratoga Springs most infamous casinos—Piping Rock Casino—burned to the ground. It was obviously arson–the Spa City’s solution of choice back then–but why burn it? The club had stood partially empty and unused since it was closed in 1950 as a result of the US Senator Estes Kefauver’s investigation into organized crime. In 1954, the IRS sold it at auction for back taxes owed by the mobsters who owned it:  Joe Adonis, Meyer Lansky, and Costello. It was purchased by a Schenectady businessman. But so many things left the police unable to solve the case. While it was clearly arson, the Piping Rock was uninsured at the time it burned. Seemingly no profit motive. Yet it was later discovered that, on the night it burned, it had been broken into before the fire and gaming equipment had been stolen. Nonetheless, to this day some people in Saratoga Springs insist the contents of the building had been cleared out years before and were in storage in Saratoga. Why was it torched? Who would have gained? Who would have lost? Were the stakes far greater for a certain few? Is there an answer to any or all of this? There is now. To discover it, get your copy of The Burning of The Piping Rock at your favorite bookstore and read Saratoga history as it rarely been portrayed. Happy reading, Joe

“Gangster Squad”: No Academy Award, but, ooooh, we our love our criminals!


Seen the new Sean Penn film Gangster Squad about the end of mafia member Mickey Cohen’s crime career.

Scheduled to be released last fall, Gangster Squad‘s release was held back until this January because of the Aurora shooting. January being a traditionally poor month for openings, along with the initial bad reviews, might well keep it from getting next year’s Academy Award. That in mind, you might not believe what I’m about to tell you!

Set in the late 1940s, Gangster Squad is a “True Crime” film based on the LA Police Department’s “Gangster Squad unit” that set out to get Cohen. Box Office Mojo defines “True Crime” film as “movies based on real crimes or criminals.” Box Office Mojo rates Gangster Squad NUMBER 6 on its list of the top 47 True Crime movies from 1980-Present. This is by sales, but still, despite some negative reviews (and some were pretty bad!) Gangster Squad ranks up there with such hits as Goodfellas and American Gangster.

Why, oh why, do we love anything and everything about organized crime? And why another B-movie about the mob of long ago and this psychopath Mickey Cohen?

Easy. Because we love royalty and organized crime is a kind of perverted royalty, with all royalty’s lineage, pedigrees and idiosyncrasies. Cohen was mob royalty—of a sort—tracing his lineage to New York mobster kingpin Arnold Rothstein. Rothstein was accused, though never convicted, of orchestrating the infamous Black Sox Scandal, the fixing of the World Series of 1919. Because of the Black Sox Scandal, organized crime rocketed from being fascinating to being a full-time obsession for Americans.

Rothstein came from a wealthy business family and used Prohibition, which started in 1919, to make crime a major American industry. He was vilified and glamorized in the press. He was so well-known that, when F. Scott Fitzgerald thinly disguised Rothstein as the racketeer Meyer Wolfsheim in The Great Gatsby, everyone knew Fitzgerald meant Rothstein.

“King” Rothstein had many knights at his crooked round table—gangsters such as Lucky Luciano, Meyer Lansky, Frank Costello , Joe Adonis and Mickey Cohen. Rothstein was deeply involved in illegal gambling in the East. In the 1920s, he brought Lansky, Costello, and Adonis to Saratoga Springs, where they eventually controlled most of Saratoga’s illegal gambling casinos. One was Piping Rock Casino, which I feature in my historical mystery novel, The Burning of The Piping Rock. Rothstein was gunned down in 1928 and his proteges split up his empire and “blossomed.” Lansky became regarded as the financial brains of the mafia. Mickey became an enforcer.

America was deeply split over crime in the 1920s. While Americans voted for Prohibition, they lived evading it. While they condemned lawlessness, they found “little crimes” weren’t considered all that bad. Very soon “bigger crimes” weren’t considered all that bad, and quite quickly many criminals became celebrities. In the 1920s, people devoured the endless newspaper coverage about rum running, gambling, rival mobs and violent crime. Cities like Chicago became crime havens. Many magazines and books also featured true crime stories and detective fiction. In the late 1920s Hollywood started a decade-long string of films about racketeers, the underworld, and the mob. When the “Talkies” entered in 1929, audiences saw and heard mobsters speaking and their sub-machine guns blazing. They idolized Jimmy Cagney, Edward G. Robinson and Humphrey Bogart portraying demented murderers and thugs. On the opposite end of the spectrum, Damon Runyon began publishing his humorous stories about gangsters in the 1920s. Those left a legacy of a gentler, even kinder gangster. Think of Sky Masterson, as portrayed in Guys and Dolls.

Of Rothstein’s many proteges, Meyer Lansky could be considered as the respectable type of gangster. Mickey Cohen definitely could not. Cohen came to crime as a child, barely avoiding his first arrest in 1923 at age nine for selling illegal alcohol for his older brother. With the exception of his years spent as a professional boxer, his career was all crime, all the time. Cohen ended up working for Lansky and Lou Rothkopf. They sent Cohen to Los Angeles in the mid-1940s to watch over Bugsy Siegel, another Rothstein protege. Cohen helped Siegel establish the Flamingo Hotel in Las Vegas, a hotel Siegel managed. It is said Cohen murdered Siegel, following mob orders.

By the late 1940s Cohen had come to “own” crime in Los Angeles. This is the period of Cohen’s life described in Gangster Squad. The City of Los Angeles and the US government delivered Cohen a one-two punch. In 1949, the LA Police Department set out to destroy Cohen’s empire. In that same year, US Senator Estes Kefauver started his “United States Senate Special Committee to Investigate Crime in Interstate Commerce Committee”—the Kefauver Committee. America watched the Kefauver Committee hearings on TV (a first) as it grilled mobsters, crooked politicians and police, and anyone else involved in organized crime. By 1951, Kefauver had severely crippled the mob in America, shattering its  kingdoms, including those of Rothstein’s knights—Cohen, Lansky and others. Cohen spent four years in jail; Lansky a few months.

But the mob’s crime dynasty survived and has lived on—along with our fascination of it. From the 1950s on, there have been thousands of books, TV shows, and movies about the mob, some True Crime,  some fictional. The pendulum has swung back and forth between glorifying law enforcement officers (The Untouchables) to glorifying the mob (The Godfather).

And now, for good or ill, we have Gangster Squad. Why? It’s the power organized crime possesses. It fascinates us, just as we’re fascinated by other centers of human power—politics, religion, corporations, or royal families. Think of Shakespeare. He turned Richard III into a monster. Gangster Squad tries to turn Mickey Cohen into a human. Where’s Shakespeare when you need him?

The mob will probably always be with us, like death and taxes—or, as Mickey Cohen might have said, “like death and protection.”

J.A.C.K.

MORE news on “Piping Rock”! Now at Pomegranate Books in Wilmington, North Carolina!


The Burning of The Piping Rock is now being carried at Pomegranate Books in Wilmington, NPomegranate Books logoorth Carolina! Thank you, Kathleen Jewell, owner of Pomegranate Books! Here’s the info on  it: 4418 Park Avenue, Wilmington, NC; 910-452-1107.

“Piping Rock” now sold at Blue Bicycle Books in Charleston, South Carolina!


The Burning of The Piping Rock is now being carried at Blue Bicycle Books in Charleston, South Carolina! Thank you Blue Bicycle Books! Here’s the info on  Blue Bicycle:

BBBlogoBlue Bicycle Books
Used, Rare & Local
420 King St.
Charleston, SC 29403
(843) 722-2666

info@bluebicyclebooks.com

“Piping Rock” Book Reading and Signing at Malaprop’s in Asheville, NC (1/12/13)


This Saturday evening, January 12, I’ll be at Malaprop’s Bookstore/Cafe in Asheville North Carolina for a reading and signing of my historical mystery novel, The Burning of The Piping Rock. Time: 7:00 pm. Click here for more information!

Malaprop’s Bookstore/Cafe

Saratogian article on my January 8 presentation on “The Burning of The Piping Rock!”


This Tuesday (Jan. 8) at 7 p.m. I’ll be giving a presentation in the Saratoga Arts Center (320 Broadway, Saratoga Springs) on The Burning of The Piping Rock for the Saratoga Springs Preservation Foundation! Samantha Bosshart has written an article in The Saratogian about it called, Preservation Matters: Author unveils mystery of the burning of Piping Rock Casino at annual meeting! (Click on the article’s title to read it online.) Come join us!

Thank you Samantha Bosshart and The Saratogian!

Joe Cutshall-King

A very special Santa


What follows is a Christmas story from my family that I published in my Post-Star “Over My Shoulder” Column for December 21, 1994. Hope you enjoy it!

A very special Santa

My mother had a little ornament that she placed on the Christmas tree each year, a tiny cotton Santa that she said she had placed on her tree from the time she was a little girl. The little Santa was, truthfully, in sad shape for its years of wear. But it was one of “those things,” something given a special meaning when my mother was so little. Why, no one knew. Not even Mom.

As I grew older, with each Christmas I came to look forward to that Santa being placed gently on a high bough, nestled securely to prevent shrieking children, or cats, from knocking it to the floor. Without realizing it, a part of her childhood Christmases gradually became a part of her children’s. It was a good feeling.

The tiny Santa moved a lot over the years. From my mother’s birthplace in Mechanicville, it went to Saratoga, then to Fort Edward and then Ticonderoga, at each juncture adding children and years to its life. It sagged and it drooped and it faded. Yet it survived, tying each new Christmas into the ones that had passed.

The last time my mother put the Santa on her tree was in Ticonderoga in 1982. Shortly thereafter, she was diagnosed with cancer and on her next Christmas, which was to be her last, she decided she and my father would come to our homes instead. I remember her apology for not having a tree, which I later recognized as her way of saying, “I’m angry because I can’t put up a tree, like I should.”

So that year, 1983, for the first time in decades, the little Santa stayed in a box in my parents’ cellar. At Christmas, 1984, my mother was gone and, again, the little cotton Santa stayed packed away. For that Christmas and the next two, my father would not decorate the house nor have a tree. The Christmas person in the King family was Mom and the Christmas person was gone.

About two and a half years after my mother died, Dad told us he was selling our family home in Ticonderoga. It was too big and too full of memories. “Come and take what you want,” he told his children. The rest he would sell. For weeks upon weeks we helped him sort through the remains of a lifetime, as much a reward as a burden. For you must understand that Mom saved everything:  family pictures and letters, dad’s service records, the kids’ report cards, canceled checks, even occupant mail. As I had before, I looked through acres of boxes of Christmas decorations. As before, I could not, amidst them all, find the tiny Santa.

Mom always was fond of saying, “What will be will be.” I resigned myself to the fact that it was gone. “Things change,” my father was always saying. Oddly, I think that while he knew that was true, in a way he never resigned himself to his own wisdom. Almost three years to the day after my mother’s death, he died. Things had, indeed, changed.

For my wife, Sara, and I, that Christmas of 1987 in Glens Falls was, with my daughter being six, filled with expectations of Santa. It was also an oddly empty Christmas. We got out the boxes of decorations and frantically searched for our tree’s special angel, fearful it had been misplaced and then found it packed snugly away. My daughter sighed a big sigh! Under our regular boxes were the ones I’d brought from Ticonderoga. I rummaged through them, looking at the bubble lights and other things from my childhood Christmas trees.

And then, I found it. A tiny box inside of which was my mother’s faded cotton Santa wrapped up securely. Lost, but never really lost. Tenderly, I placed it on a high bough. And there it will go again this year, as we celebrate our Christmas and the memories that a special decoration carry with it.

From my family to you, a very merry Christmas.

“Saratoga Living” puts Piping Rock on its Good Reads list!


Saratoga Living

Saratoga Living

The Burning of The Piping Rock has been listed in Kirsten Ferguson’s article “Good Reads for 2013” in the Winter 2012/2013 issue of Saratoga Living, the quarterly magazine of Saratoga Springs and Washington, Warren and Saratoga counties. Ferguson quoted John DeMarco, co-owner of Saratoga Springs’ Lyrical Ballad Bookstore as saying the novel is “a popular best seller at Lyrical Ballad.”

My sincere thanks to Kirsten Ferguson of Saratoga Living and John DeMarco of Lyrical Ballad Bookstore! — Joe C-K