| Title | : | Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams |
| Author | : | |
| Rating | : | |
| ISBN | : | 038533429X |
| ISBN-10 | : | 9780385334297 |
| Language | : | English |
| Format Type | : | Paperback |
| Number of Pages | : | 620 |
| Publication | : | First published January 1, 1992 |
Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams Reviews
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Nick Tosches, former writer for Rolling Stone magazine, brings the same in-house, smug disdain for any musician not named Jackson Browne or Bruce Springsteen or The Eagles, let alone a prehistoric nonentity like former cool cat, Rat Packer, Dean Martin. Contempt hangs over this book like the acrid smell of burning meat when your neighbor gets too drunk to turn his burgers over during a cookout. Mix that with a misguided leitmotif (something about a multi-metaphoric breeze that wafts over Dino at key points in his life) and a prose style that mixes hipster jargon, a smattering of Italian words and phrases and some of the more wince-inducing passages I’ve come across in a while and you have this seamy tale of debauched celebrity.
Like most biographies I’ve read, this book takes some time to hit its stride. Except for Dean’s hatred of all things apple, his childhood was pretty much standard stuff. It’s not until he teams up with “the creepy-looking Jewish kid”, Jerry Lewis, does the book take off in a big way. For my Goodreads friends that aren’t taking advantage of their senior discount, Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis were the cat’s pajamas from 1946 to 1956 – they were a comedy team that started out as night club act and took their comedy act to radio, TV and the movies. Despite the dough and the broads, Dino got progressively tired of Jerry’s rampant ego-driven megalomania and the team acrimoniously split up.
It was in all the papers.
Kudos to Dean Martin for teaming up for ten years of his life with Jerry Lewis. For me, it’s almost impossible to spend 90 minutes with the guy.
Dean Martin was a guy blessed with looks, a good singing voice and an easy, laid back manner. Nothing phased Dino and this is a concept Tosches runs with – Dean the Indifferent or Dino the Pod Person – someone who withholds his true feelings and nature from others – Dino the Obelisk – keeping the world at bay while reaping the riches by simultaneously embracing family values (It’s a Dino Yuletide!!) and undercutting those values with misogynistic asides and smutty double-entendres (Guess what Dino’s stocking is stuffed with? Try putting a Christmas bow around that?).
There’s also Dean the Philandering Whore-Monger and Dean the Hepped Up, Percodan Popping Drunk too.
Foster Brooks – at the feet of a master.
The drunk routine (his vanity plates read “DRUNKY”) became less of an act and more of a way of life and combined with his general apathy, his Vegas act consisted of thirty minutes of him singing songs he had no interest in singing or finishing – with the ultimate act of scorn having Dino flicking lit cigarettes into an audience.
That’s Amore, pally!!!
Overarching takeaway: Celebrities are pretty much all a bunch of a$$holes.
Why did I gave it four stars?
Like raindrops on roses and whiskers on kittens, contemptuous storytelling and tales about whoring drunken celebrities are right in my wheel house of “favorite things”.
The Fifties – a time of great subtlety -
Anyone thinking about writing a biography about Dean Martin, forget about it. "Dino" isn't hard to beat, it's downright impossible. The inexhaustible biography on Dino covers every facet of his career, from the Jerry Lewis sidekick days to his great TV show to his surprisingly successful movie career to the goofy Matt Helm spy films, "Dino" runs 652 pages and never gets boring, just like Mr. Martin himself.
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It provided quite a lot of information, but I would have preferred a biography that didn't include parts written from Dean's perspective that attempted to convey Dean's thoughts to the reader - or at least what Tosches believed Dean thought. These sections tended to have an irritating abundance of death metaphors (like bad fanfic making a desperate attempt to be philosophical). The author also comes across as gratingly racist and sexist, freely using the n-word and never referring to women as anything but "broads" - not to mention this delightful little piece of imagery (one of many similar examples): "If the world was now a tired wife, he could still sense in rare breaths now and then the luscious bitch he once had so delicious seduced." Dean's triumphs are constantly phrased in terms of the metaphor of a woman ("bitch", "broad") that he has dominated. Overall, it was rather thematically contradictory for Tosches to explore Dean's psyche in third-person omniscient when quotes from those who knew Dean emphasise how impossible it was to figure out what he was really thinking.
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I grew up in a time when Dean Martin, like Elvis, had ceased to have any relevance. I vaguely remember the Dean Martin show, and slightly more clearly remember the Roasts, but by and large the stream of time had pretty well carried Dino out of the zeitgeist, at least in San Francisco of the '70's. To this day, RIO BRAVO is the only one (out of the very few of his many movies that I have seen) of his films that I can ever imagine myself watching again. As for his music, I actually prefer Sinatra, and I don't even like Sinatra. So how is it that I can have given a voluminous biography of someone I don't care about, a man who was, in any event, a cipher, five stars? The answer, my friend, is Nick Tosches.
One thing that is manifest from this book is, that however jejune and inane Martin's surviving output may seem to me (don't get me started on Martin and Lewis), the man was an avatar of cool, and Tosches cogently assesses this cool as built of a combination of "lontano", the distance Martin kept between his emotions and the world around him, and "menefreghista", which Tosches defines as "one who simply did not give a fuck". This was Martin's crowning achievement, and it accounts for his attractiveness as a character. Ironically, for a man who so thoroughly renounced his past, the deaths of his parents in the late '60's caused his wall of cool to crumble, and began a sordid descent into ill-advised marriages, and live performances in which he took a subsidiary role that finally allowed Sinatra to eclipse him. The final chapters of this epic are almost unbearably sad, not because Dino becomes a tragic figure, but more because he becomes a farcical one.
"What more could one ask of life than a bottle of scotch, a blowjob, and a million bucks?" is the formulation Tosches frequently repeats to summarize Dino's creed, and surprisingly, the millions seemed to arrive commensurately with the scotch and the blowjobs. In purely financial terms, Martin had to have been one of the most successful performers who ever lived, and surely that is the only way he ever would have measured success. If posterity might feel let down by the dearth of quality in his recorded output, well then surely the joke is on posterity. -
Dean Martin is an elusive and fascinating character. From what I can tell, it would be impossible to write a biography that gets to the core of "who he was," so instead Tosches uses Martin's life as an intense and sprawling exercise to take apart all kinds of ideas about America. The son of Italian immigrants, Dino Crocetti lived The American Dream to the hilt. He followed every empty promise America had to make. He saw the whole sham for what it was, and was never ashamed to expose it. He hated when actors claimed that acting was hard work. During his live shows, he frequently stopped mid-song, not caring to continue. For someone so culturally involved in the huge lie that is American "culture," Martin seems to me to still be an honest personality. What you see is what you get.
My favorite passage:
"For [Henry:] Miller, as for the masses of sub-literate and post-literate slobs who comprised the vast heart of Dean's viewership, Dean was the American spirit at its truest: fuck Vietnam, fuck politics, fuck morality, fuck culture and fuck the counterculture, fuck it all. We were here but for a breath; twice around the fountain and into the grave: fuck it."
This book rules. -
I love Dean Martin, I always will and I won't let this crappy author and his inability to string a simple sentence together ruin my adoration. Possibly, he had a terrible editor. More likely Mr. Tosches simply has no idea what he is doing. The book itself could have been 200 pages shorter if he decided that he wanted it to be about Dean Martin and not a lengthy history of organized crime. Yes, Dean Martin was supposed to be involved with organized crime but this author did not need to delve quite do deeply, page after page, to convince us.
Fortunately, the well written parts of the book, the sections that keep me reading were written by others and quoted here. Possibly there is a lack of material written about Dino and that is why Mr. Tosches had to pad the book so much. -
This has got to be, stylistically, the worst written biography I've ever read... I've read a lot of biographies about both Dean Martin and Jerry Lewis now, plus I've easily watched and read close to a hundred hours of source material, so I'm pretty positive I can definitively say that Tosches' writing style is literally the opposite of who Dean Martin was as a person: meandering, desperately 'edgy' and straight up pretentious. It's obvious he doesn't have enough material to fill out the book he thought he was writing, so the first 100 pages are filled up with tangential information about the history of Italian American immigration, the Italian mob and every woman and minority-based slur known to man for no other reason than it's 'rock-n-roll' edgy to do. I get that he was trying to drum up some excitement for a guy who'd been long dismissed as a self parody by the early '90s, but boy does he do it in the worst possible way. That this book was praised so highly is absolutely wild to me, it reads almost like a parody comedy sketch of mobsters.
When Tosches stops with his 'n****r whoredom of slutitude' word wankfests (always with some italian thrown in despite the fact that he even quotes Dean Martin saying he only spoke a dialect and he wasn't even that great at it), I will admit there is some good information here about Dean Martin. Tosches obviously did a lot of research and put a lot of time into compiling what he could get his hands on, even if it doesn't amount to a whole lot of detail outside of the Martin and Lewis years. I do think he made a mistake by focusing more on mob ties than on Dean's family and friends. There's barely any information about his brother here, for instance, or about his marriage or home life. You can learn more through Google and YouTube at this point, through interviews from people Tosches easily could have tapped. Then the book ends as it starts, devoid of any meaningful information. After Martin and Lewis dissolve, he positively gallops through Dean's movie years, unfortunately. It morphs into this increasingly looser sketch that just sort of peters out, like a senile Dean Martin forgetting his lines.
But Dean Martin never seemed at all like that extremely 1990s middle-finger-and-Penthouse attitude that Tosches uses as a crutch for all things "uncaring" throughout. Sure, he womanized like hell and did what he wanted when he wanted, but that was out of convenience, not malice. Tosches gets so focused on this menefreghismo stuff that he sort of misses the forest for the trees–what is all of this manly posturing than insecurity disguised as power? Tosches quotes Jerry Lewis as calling Dean Martin out as more insecure than he realized, but Tosches doesn't seem to ever acknowledge it further. I get the sense that Dean Martin was the type of guy who never wanted to truly put his all into anything for fear of failure and embarrassment. It explains why he never was comfortable with change and never wanted to do several takes in music or tv/film despite always being on time and knowing every word. It also explains why he gravitated towards comedy and especially drunk comedy (it's never a mistake, it's part of the joke!). Then when his projected easy-going attitude was mistaken for pure masculine confidence, he rode that wave straight to the bank. Of course that all backfired on Dean when he realized all that was expected of him was to show up, drink a glass of bourbon and pretend to sing. The bar was set too low and the acceptance came too readily in spite of it; he lost respect for himself and, in turn, he lost respect for his own audience. Eventually Dean did embody the carelessness everybody presumed he started with–his later years were definitely defined by a 'if that is all there is to it then fine, fuck off, that'll be all you get' attitude. -
Totally enjoyable book. Part straight show-biz bio, part impressionistic reverie, part filthy gutter gossip. It's an unlikely mix that works perfectly in this case. Dean Martin has always puzzled me -- he sang with such undeniably genuine warmth and yet he also made sure we all knew he never actually gave a f*ck. Turns out this duality colored all his personal relationships, as well. How sad. Tosches book is by turns overblown, blunt, purely speculative and meticulously researched. And darkly funny:
That fall of 1958, [Dean Martin:] also sold his name and likeness to Liebmann Breweries in New York: " 'You may need good luck on the links,' says the famous crooner, 'but not at the nineteenth hole. You always score with Rheingold Extra Dry.' " He was now in the company of Ernest Hemingway, who, six years before, had put his name to the immortal advertising prose: "I would rather have a bottle of Ballantine Ale than any other drink after fighting a really big fish." A few months later, a "Playhouse 90" production of Hemingway's For Whom the Bell Tolls shared a television evening with "The Dean Martin Show." One New York reviewer found the former "hopelessely confused, pretentious, dated"; the latter, with "no pretenses at art or esthetics," on the other hand, "was thoroughly pleasant." Beaten now by Dean in both the literary and television arenas, Hemingway spent his final two years on earth in a slow, sad march to the grave.
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This ranks as one of the least satisfying of the many biographies I've read, and Tosches is one of the most pretentious writers I've ever encountered. He's so busy being impressed with himself, and carrying out his apparent mission to dazzle the reader with his prose, that in the end he gives very little insight into Dean Martin as a human being. My impression is that he's one of those writers who actually envy their subjects and their success in life, and who, possibly without really realizing it, have an agenda to cut down and tar-brush the celebrity in question rather than give an honest and objective appraisal of his admirable characteristics along with his flaws.
I'm not the least bit impressed. -
Vactaion 2008/2009 reading, part 3:
This book was pretty cool, even though the author was a bit long-winded. Also the second book I've read about a Rat Pack member. Crazy to see how different showbiz was back then, but how similar it was in many regards: movies were mostly just remakes, the press sucked, and everyone was fucking everyone else.
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Fifties and sixties chicanery--from Steubenville to Vegas. Great subtitle. With Nick Tosches, you always get more than a straight bio, and especially when the subject is Dean Martin.
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I've been meaning to read this book since it came out 25 years ago. A must-read for anybody who is interested in the Rat Pack and old Hollywood.
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The author seemed to desperately want to be a character in this book. He interjected lots of impressionistic monologues for Dean Martin which made them both seem like utter neanderthals. If I were one of Dean Martin's descendants, I'd sue. Spoiler alert: Dean Martin dies in the end.
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Dino: Living High in the Dirty Business of Dreams
Follow the lineage of the so-called Cult of Celebrity- whatever that is- and you won’t get much further back than Dino Crocetti. Martin was the original famous-for-being-famous face, be it sloshing around in nightclubs, fart-arseing across the putting green or squiring some brainless gold-digging chorus-liner, pursuing all of these well in to his dotage. Never afraid to let light in on magic, Tosches burns a hole through the talent myth that preceded, and indeed proceeded, the ‘Rat Pack’- a tag they collectively hated- and introduces us to the real ‘talent’ behind Martin’s success: the Mafia, in the fedora’d guise of the likes of Sam Giancana, Skinny D’amato, and Jonny Rosselli.
Tosches’ research, even by his own exhaustive standards, is about as comprehensive as it was possible to be at the time of writing. The bibliography and source list runs to well over 50 pages and also includes Martin’s 40 year-spanning musical career and filmography. The author gets as close to Dean as any other of the book’s subjects, the constant theme being that Dean never really allowed himself to get close to anyone- not least his early comedy partner Jerry Lewis, who’s exploits take up a considerable chunk of the book, as you’d expect.
Tosches’ slight tendency to overwrite- most often in using seemingly unrelated events as framing devices- pushes the book up to a bumper 450 pages, but contains gems such as his description of Martin at the height of his fame as ‘a mob-culture Zeus’ and chapter headings like ‘Aristeia in Sharkskin.’
Amidst the deluge of recording sessions, hokey film scripts, and the tragedy of a lost son, we’re reminded that there’s no fool like an old fool as Martin lurches, like so many ‘legends’ into the realms of self-parody and mental torment, but as the man himself once sang ‘I don’t care if the sun don’t shine.’ -
Frank Sinatra and Elvis Presley are arguably the two most influential male singers of the 20th century, with an impeccable body of work between them. However, if you asked them who they most admired, they would both give the same answer: Dean Martin.
Dean Martin was a fine singer of romantic songs, who had the good fortune to work with some of the greatest songwriters and arrangers of the day (most notably Sammy Cahn and Nelson Riddle). However, it wasn't Martin's voice that made him a legend, it was the simple fact that he didn't care. He had a hit record? Great. He could command over a million dollars working Vegas? Fine. He could screw any broad he wanted? Whatever. He was as cool and collected as his public persona. It was the reason he continued to have hits well into the rock and roll era. He stubbornly refused to be anything other than Dean Martin.
Martin's unwillingness to change is the reason why he is not spoken of in the same breath as Sinatra. Sinatra was an extraordinarily insecure and sensitive person. This insecurity fueled his art, and he never let himself be boxed into a persona. One album could be a melancholy collection of saloon songs, and the next could be a potpourri of travel music. This is the reason Sinatra's music has never died.
While Martin's music and film career may have faded into the ether, the idea of Dean Martin survives. Dino is all about the idea. What separates Tosches work from most other Rat Pack books is that he doesn't sugarcoat the danger of that idea. Dean Martin was a cool guy, yes, but he also had no friends, He barely knew his children. He barely knew his wives. The idea of Dean Martin eventually killed the creator of the idea.
Even if you only have a passing interest in this era of entertainment, do not pass Dino up. It's not just a chronicle of a notable life, but a chronicle of certain era, and a man who held onto it as long as he possibly could -
This is an interesting book on a very difficult subject. Dean Martin didn't really care about anything. After his death, his second wife, Jeanne, said he was "always content in a void, he's content right now." So the author had an almost insurmountable task before him, to make us care about a remote subject.
There's quote after quote about how charming Dean Martin was. But there's also story after story about his casual cruelty, his passive aggression. In one jaw dropping episode, he simply doesn't show up for a benefit for a children's charity ... after he gave his word he'd be there, as a favor to the Paramount producer who had paid Martin and Lewis' IRS debt out from his personal checking account ... simply because Dean was mad at Jerry. There aren't any stories of kindness or generosity to balance these stories out. He lived through WWII, Korea, the Vietnam War and the civil rights movement but none of it seemed to touch him. At the height of the women's movement, he thought it was amusing to appear on his TV show walking a woman on a leash.
As I read I felt sorry for his first wife, Betty. For second wife, Jeanne and the children. (His third wife is a cypher.) For Sinatra and Lewis. For the audiences who paid to see him in Vegas, even though at the end his only blaze of creativity was figuring out how to work the "f word" into the lyrics of "Tie a Yellow Ribbon." And I felt sorry for myself for wasting my time reading about this man who was so painfully absent from his own life.
Is that the author's fault? Probably not. After all, he held my interest cover to cover. But I still can't recommend this book to anyone. There's nothing edifying within its pages. -
This book had been overhyped for me (ahem...Mike Maron's WTF podcast). It's also taken me a while to find a used copy in paperback as I believe this is still out of print and without a e-version. Because of that long delay from really WANTING to read it, to actually reading it, that I think I was a little disappointed. Regardless of all that, Tosche's writing is incredible with some amazing passages scattered throughout (Rest in Peace, Nick). Also....I think I was a little bit daunted by the size of book, as I was running out of gas/interest once I got about half-way through the physical book. Once I realized that the last 20-25% of the pages research notes and appendix, I breezed through the rest of it at a much faster pace. As a side-note, this is the first book I've read that was NOT a Kindle version in probably 4-5 years. It helped me realize just how bad my eyes had gotten, so I've since picked up a pair of OTC readers and have my first prescription lens coming in the mail soon. So thanks for THAT old school book format....fitting that it would be a book about the king of "Old School" himself, Dean Martin. Recommended for those with a deep interest about the music & movie industry during this time period......it's probably too much detail and too slow of a pace for those looking a "tell all" type book or a summer page-turner. Given a more granular rating scale, I would have assigned this a 3.9.
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Dino! Yeah, this is the biography that re-shaped the way celebrity biographies were written. It also brought Dean Martin back to the forefront, just three years before he died. This is the type of book that can polarize fans, but there is no doubt that it breaks the barriers. After this, Dino became a cult god, the Swinger of Swingers for the Generation X crowd.
I actually read this again, about 15 years after the first read-through. It still stands up, although I've read so many other Dean Martin biographies since then that some of the information is old news. But lordy, it truly rocks. In essence, Tosches tackled a subject that could not be tackled. Dino wasn't Frankie. Dino presented a mask to the outside world, so he could enjoy his own world. Work was work and play was play, even if 'play' constituted a night in front of the telly. Martin never wanted to be the best of anything, yet he became a giant without a whole lot of effort. Tosches has to create something out of nothing and he succeeds. Whether you like it or not doesn't make the book any less compelling.
Funny. As a kid, I always thought it was "Dean-No." I yelled that at the book whenever I found another incident not to my liking. In the long run, I ended up admiring the Deanster even more for being able to tell Hollywood, and the world, to sit on it and twirl.
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Dino was a good book, but you know what’s funny, I’d have little interest in a book on Dean Martin if it was anyone but Nick Tosches working the writing for it. It’s not an “authorized” biography and so it doesn’t read like a straight story. But it’s well researched and actually felt. In an interview with Richard Meltzer (San Diego Reader) they describe history as being malleable, and though that should be obvious, a lot of biographers don’t write like it is. Tosches uses his own language to describe events surrounding Dean’s life, as well as the language of Italians in the period, and relates Dino’s life to Greek Myth and the biblical texts. Then he tosses in some vulgarity to establish a high/low dichotomy. In the end it’s more real than real, or comes closer to the real than a book of mere actualities.
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this book is one of the meanest biography I've ever read.. all the people he depicted are manipulative bastards really ... and man! is there a lot of law suits and money going around ....it will probably burst the allusion and allure of showbiz ...but i think he failed to capture the charisma and relationships of Dean Martin ...especially with Jerry Lewis ...all the book described about their partnership is jealousy,hate and money of course ....but the huge success they had was due to how much fun they had onstage and trying to make each other laugh ....there was this movie ad for instance that they made and were cursing through it, if u heard it u would laugh and know they were just kidding around but when he wrote it in the book it seemed like they were fighting ...sure there were fights later on between them but there's more depth to the relationship than that ...There's gotta be books about serial killers that the author goes easier on him than Nick does with Dean Martin ...anyone reading this book without knowing who Dean Martin is will hate his guts ...but there's more to Dean martin than keeping everyone at bay and not giving a damn...and for God's sake how is Nick so sure that Dean never loved another human being ...nobody is that one-dimensional ...
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This was exceptional. I've always been a fan of Dean Martin and read about this biography in a Greil Marcus book. It was nowhere to be found locally. I finally found it at the U of W - Laramie library, which was bizarre. At any rate, this was one of the best biographies I've ever read. There was no sugar here, just a lot of darkness. The prevailing theme - over and over - was that no one really knew Dean Martin because he shut himself off from everyone, including numerous wives, girlfriends, his children, and all of his "pallies". On one hand, he worked ALL of the time, never stopping, never slowing down, even until the very end. On the other hand, he was incredibly bitter and detached from everything and everyone. His relationship with Jerry Lewis was beyond volatile and all of the Rat Pack mystique was mostly just living to excess to the point of being self-destructive (beyond even what I imagined already) and emotionless. I think what makes this biography different from virtually any other was the fact that there was no happy ending, just the story of a depressed, aging icon who saw fame and fortune (experiencing it to the absolute hedonistic fullest) and then embraced his decline with bitter laughter and acceptance - pure, unquestioned honesty, truth, and darkness.
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Fascinating. Dean Martin was always my favorite member of the Rat Pack and Tosches does nothing to dissuade me of this opinion. In fact, if anything, his nuanced depiction of Martin has deepened my fascination with Dino’s inscrutable persona. He moved like a whiff of smoke through the seedy Hollywood of the 20th century, taking advantage of all the perks and seemingly unfazed by the crime and sycophancy. Disdainful of gangsters and his former partner Jerry Lewis and all the other trappings of stardom, all Tosches’ Martin wants to do is show up, hit his mark, sing his songs and then go golf. Dean Martin was a fascinating if elusive figure and Nick Tosches is able to get as close to the essence of the man as possible. How talent and charm can make one a leading man in a mirage. Dino is what happens when celebrity biographies are written by talented and insightful writers. It’s something I’d like to see more of.
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Martin was a better Singer than Frank, more charisma than Sammy and funnier than both. So why wasnt he as popular as either? This book delves into his upbringing and what made him tick.
Ultimately he lived life on his terms. Sinatra bowed to the Mafia, Dino played them on his own terms, Sammy got too political, Dino didnt get involved and when it came to singing? He sometimes sang, sometimes he didnt.
He simply didnt care. A drink, a golf course and that was all he ever wanted. Deeply insular person who gave his outer self to the world, but liked nothing more than his own company.
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I liked this book, but, ultimately, a book about a person who abjectly refused to reveal anything about himself to anyone in his life was a little too ambitious. Tosches tries a kind of loose, slang driven, style to approximate Dean's thoughts and it all rings a little forced. (A charge the author, himself, makes against "On the Road" multiple times in the book, ironically. I'm not sure what his beef with Kerouac is.) That said, the last section IS devastating and there's a lot of fascinating stuff, but too often the book feels like a juggler only indicating that he's throwing balls.
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Been looking for a copy of this for years and finally stumbled across a stack at 1/2 Price Books.
The details of his life were fascinating, but the writing style, while interesting at first, began to drag after a while. It was a bit pseudo first-person and a bit of trying to write in the slang of the time. Still, an interesting read.
I need to pick up the Jerry Lewis autobiography sometime, though I wonder how much of that could be considered fiction. -
Really had a hard time trying to read this as the author seemed to be hellbent on being racist and misogynistic. Not sure if he was trying to channel a spirit of that time but it was hard to take. Maybe could have overlooked it if there had actually been any kind of information about Dean Martin but there was more information about the mob in Ohio than anything. Maybe it picked up later but I just didn't want to find out.
