Last of the Gladiators: A Memoir of Love, Redemption, and the Mob

From the 1960s until the turn of the 21st century, New York City was the world's epicenter of organized and white-collar crime. During those four decades, the most feared Mafia chiefs, assassins, defrocked stockbrokers, Orthodox Jewish money-launderers, and Arab bankers sought the counsel of one man: my father, Jimmy LaRossa, a Kennedy-era prosecutor who became the defense lawyer of first resort.
On January 30, 2009, I snuck my famous and mortally ill father from New York Presbyterian Hospital to a waiting Medevac jet, where we flew in secret to a place few people would look for two die-hard New Yorkers: a town in Southern California aptly named Manhattan Beach.
During our five years in exile, we, "the LaRossa boys" as we came to be known, made our mark as a most irreverent and unrivaled father/son duo. While I cooked him his favorite Italian dishes and kept him alive using the most up-to-date equipment and drugs, he recounted his legendary courtroom exploits.
Not only is Last of the Gladiators a memoir about some of the seminal legal events of a generation, but it's also a love story between a father and son―a theme not often seen in American arts and letters. Not until I wrote this story, though, did I realize that I had not saved my father. He, in fact, saved me. By addressing my own mental health issues, I realized that I became a better man and father thanks to him―a more joyous, grateful, and grounded soul.