Published here under the film’s title, The Irishman is the Sheeran confession in full. Fifteen hours of it: the union politics, the Bufalino family, the Kennedys, Hoffa’s disappearance, and the flat, unrepentant voice of a man setting his accounts in order before he dies. The film compresses; the book does not.
Scott Brick narrates, and he is the right man for it: a specialist in American true crime who knows how to let a monstrous sentence pass without editorialising. Coming to it after Scorsese’s film is a strange and rewarding experience, because the book gives you the raw testimony without the elegy.
Take it as testimony rather than verdict, and it becomes one of the most gripping crime listens on our shelves. Judge it for yourself below.