Assassination Theater: Previews begin August 11, 2015

Even after fifty years, most Americans still wonder who shot JFK and why. With ASSASSINATION THEATER, investigative reporter and author Hillel Levin offers the most plausible and complete answers to those questions heard to date. With the help of information provided by retired FBI agents that has been hidden or ignored for decades, he provides incontrovertible proof that more than one man shot the President, and identifies the organized crime masterminds behind the plot, as well as their motivation and the likely gunmen who pulled the triggers.

The World Premiere of ASSASSINATION THEATER will start a 12-week run at the Museum of Broadcast Communication (360 N. State Street, Chicago). For more information and to purchase tickets, please see www.AssassinationTheater.com

Most cities have one overriding claim to fame. Say Los Angeles and you think about the movies; say Paris you think art; and Detroit, cars. But when people, the world over, say Chicago, they think of something less marketable: Organized Crime. It is a stain that no amount of accomplishment or image-boosting will ever wipe clean.

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Now an eBook!

From the shattered fragments of De Lorean’s deeds and delusions, investigative journalist Hillel Levin―who was the first to look closely at the truth behind the image―has pieced together a fascinating picture of the man behind this contemporary myth. 

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"Boosting the Big Tuna," which appeared in the April 2007 issue of Playboy. will be the basis for Idol's Eye. Production will start in 2016 under the direction of acclaimed French director Olivier Assayas. 

IN WITH THE DEVIL

Jimmy Keene was sitting on the hot dime of a ten-year sentence when the prosecutor offered him a bizarre deal in return for his early release: Go undercover to a maximum-security penitentiary for mentally ill prisoners, befriend a serial killer and get him to confess to his crimes.

He was a birdlike little man with a carefully trimmed mustache and styled curlicues of black hair that cascaded to his shoulders. When he did dart out of the house, he was in full plumage, which could mean a fire-engine-red suit and a purple tie with a belt and boots made of matching alligator skin. “Of course,” Ricki laughs, “everyone thought he was a drug dealer.”

Her husband was indeed a dealer, but what he dealt could not have been more different from dope, and that’s what she found so funny. Zabrin sold art, and not just any art—primarily limited edition prints from the 20th-century masters Joan Miró, Marc Chagall, Pablo Picasso, and Salvador Dali.