I love this book. I grew up in the era of The Ratpack (and no, Frank et al didn't like that name), I loathed them, though I thought Dean Martin was OK. They stood for everything I hated. Crass materialism, commercialism, and the worse offense being old-fashioned. I mean, why bother with Frank when you could have Elvis and later the Beatles and the Stones? I've changed my mind since then, though I still think Frank was a prick, but an ever-fascinating one, and a musical genius.I'm not sure when I changed. Maybe after I rediscovered lounge music 15 years ago or so. (I'd grown up with spending a lot of time in bars and resorts, and was once forced to take cha-cha lessons. I ran from all this stuff.)
Ratpack Confidential is not a biography; though it contains the biographies of Frank, Dean, Sammy, Peter,and Joey entourage. As author Shawn Levy says, it's an analysis of a place in time. And a short time it was; something that always amazes me as an historian looking back on "movements" or "eras" which had significant cultural impact. Funny how most of them last for only 4-5 years and we still live the fruits today. The Ratpack was just a bunch of guys, a sort of in crowd" getting together for a good time. They had money and style and could pull it off, and at the end of the book I'm not sure if any of them actually realized the impact they had.
Frank Sinatra, as I said, was a prick, but much more. An insecure guy, afraid of his mother, who ended up believing his own publicity with the juice to back up his own myth. Honestly I'm surprised somebody didn't pop him. (I remember Jimmy Fratiano making fun of him in his first memoir, as a wannabe.) Dean just wanted to be left alone--separated from it all. Sammy Davis, Jr. victimized earlier by terrible racism in and out of entertainment; a people pleaser who Frank encouraged, promoted, yet ridiculed with no regret. Sammy caught in two worlds no matter what he did. Joey Bishop, who I remembered as a much bigger name than he really was, sorta kept things in order, a great talent who stood up to Frank. And finally, Peter Lawford, a truly tragic figure. I always liked him (TV shows Dear Phoebe and The Thin Man), a totally screwed up guy with a crazy mother, seriously sexually abused as a child, and a Kennedy adjunct, kicked to the curb when he self-destructed his marriage to Pat Kennedy and kicked further by Sinatra when he lost his Kennedy usefulness. I plan on reading James Spada's bio of Lawford later this year.
My only criticism of the book is that I'd have liked more analysis on Frank's relationship with Mia Farrow (what were both of them thinking?). Barbara Marx is mentioned only in passing.
Back in the 1980's I had a chance to see Frank perform and I turned it down. I really regret it.
Celebrity, Las Vegas, Hollwyood, sex, the mob, the Kennedys, Marilyn Monroe, money. Ratpack Confidential is good entry into the culture history of mid-century America. Like after I recently finished Babbitt, I feel "nostalgic" for the Ratpack days. American has next to nothing now. The Ratpack, was in it's way manufactured, but nothing like mass manufactured contemporary Amerika.