Sinatra

by Tony Sciacca

Here is Frank Sinatra, the skinny kid from Hoboken, New Jersey, who became a show business giant. The golden-voiced crooner who is as famous for his way with a song as with his fists. The tough symbol of modern machismo, who bedded the leading ladies of his day, and went from boudoir to boardroom by bettering everyone else.

248 pages, Paperback

First published January 1, 1976

About the author

Anthony Scaduto was a journalist and biographer of rock musicians who also wrote under the name Tony Sciacca.

Reviews

[GoldGato · Rating 3 out of 5]

I sure do have a bunch of books about Frank Sinatra. It's not as though I grew up having this as a defined goal in life. Inevitably, I would be in a used bookshop somewhere and another Sinatra volume would go home with me. That's how this one hitched a ride home and it's been with me for a while. Published in 1976, when The Man was still very much alive, it aims to be one of those tell-all biographies that ends up being a bit sensationalistic (is that even a real word). Perfect book for summer pool parties or languid days at the beach.

Here's Sinatra, for real, baby! Can you dig it?

Did people talk like that in the 1970s? It seems more in tune with the Swinging Sixties. Anyway, the author is described as a top investigative reporter who has "dug deep" into Frank's life to get at the truth. Of course, with Frankie, one will never really know the full truth, but that's why this mass market puppy is soooo perfect for summer. Read about the Frankster, sip a Mint Julep, put your toes in the water, sigh, then read some more about Mr. S.

A two-fisted, four-letter man in expensive clothes.

For any Sinatra fans, this can be in the collection on the 'for realsies?' side.

Book Season = Summer (don't splash me, baby)