This portrait of the artist as an old man is a fine book to read over a weekend or waiting at the dentist's. Weisman's story is about how he "took a man who was well past his prime and allowed him to live up to the potential that wouldn't go away." Fair enough, and while the book is wholly laudatory (not a speck of dirt anywhere), there are enough anecdotes to keep a reader interested. It's reminiscent of Henry Bushkin's book about Johnny Carson, but this is a little better. One irritating feature is that Weisman alludes repeatedly to the tensions and rifts between Barbara and Sinatra's kids, but never says anything about how the rifts began. Less irritating but odd is Weisman's tendency to include very general descriptions of Sinatra in the middle of stories. For example, if you read this alone--
He was loved, feared, and admired by people who knew him. He was hated by some as well. He was tempermental, unpredictable, generous, loving, passionate, and the best friend anyone could have.
--you'd think it came at the beginning or end of the book. But no, it's in the middle of a passage about the Ultimate Event.
These are small quibbles, however, and Weisman presents the older, faltering Sinatra with compassion. He also spends ten or so pages settling a score with Don Rickles, which really has no place in the book.