“Give me a hero, and I’ll write you a tragedy.”
– F. Scott Fitzgerald
There’s an image of Tony Soprano, the patriarch of the North Jersey crime family, that is embedded into my brain: crouched in a swimming pool, gold necklace dangling around his neck, with a big cigar sticking out of his mouth, his cool, dark eyes are fixed upon us. They are taunting the viewer, as if to say, “Yeah, I’m the bad guy, but you’d trade places with me in a heartbeat.”
Truth be told, I’m not even entirely sure if the photo is meant to be a representation of the mafia don or a promotional
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