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- REVIEWS, Page 64BOOKSDealer with A Hot Hand
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- By RICHARD CORLISS
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- TITLE: DINO
- AUTHOR: Nick Tosches
- PUBLISHER: Doubleday; 572 Pages; $24
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- THE BOTTOM LINE: Smooth and sexy, uncaring and unknowable,
- Dean Martin was the showman America deserved.
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- He sang like Bing Crosby. More important, he looked like
- Crosby sang: dark, romantic, utterly at ease. Those seductive
- glissandi and buh-buh-buh-boos made him a housewife's heart
- murmur and the ideal straight man for a crew-cut ba-ba-baboon,
- Jerry Lewis -- "the organ grinder and the monkey," they were
- called. In the early '50s the duo owned movies, TV, nightclubs,
- stage shows, and the singer had hit records (That's Amore,
- Memories Are Made of This) on the side. When they split up in
- 1956, he segued smoothly into leading-man roles. He Rat-Packed
- and six-packed, patenting the image of the blotto bon vivant.
- In 1964 he bumped the Beatles off the top of the charts with
- Everybody Loves Somebody, then wandered through his own hit
- variety show for nine seasons.
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- Dean Martin did what he wanted -- drink, screw around,
- play golf, make a bundle -- with little effort and on his own
- terms. The son of Italian immigrants, Dino Crocetti learned fast
- the American genius for appropriation. He swiped somebody
- else's voice, altered his name twice and his nose once, sold
- 105% of himself to early investors. He took plenty from everyone
- and didn't give back much but a kind of low-level radiance. He
- was a gambler, yes, but even more a dealer; it was the trade he
- plied as a youth in Ohio gambling joints and later, for fun, in
- the casinos where he headlined. The hands are fast, the eyes
- dead. I deal the cards, you play 'em. I control your destiny and
- I don't give a damn.
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- In its way, Martin's is an exemplary American story: how
- to succeed without really caring. And America loved the ease
- with which he held an audience, even if he held it in contempt.
- But is this an exemplary life? Is Dino worthy of Nick Tosches'
- big, reckless new book?
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- Biography usually quests for an existence that makes a
- difference. Dean's specialty was indifference. He did decent
- work in a few good movies (Some Came Running, Rio Bravo), but
- passed through others with slight effect, like the gentle
- baritone rumbling of a distressed stomach. His TV show was flash
- encircling stupor: the Golddigger chorines did their cooch; the
- cue-card girl had the script written on her bare midriff. And
- in the middle, so laid-back as to be supine, was Dino -- on the
- cutting edge of lumpen-American mediocrity.
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- This is just what Tosches, author of a fine biography of
- Jerry Lee Lewis, sees as crucial in Martin's life: that he was
- the signal showman of an America that was "fulfilling its
- destiny as the chrome-crowned glory of post-literate, polyvinyl
- civilization." Dino was what we wanted and deserved. With the
- cool of a crooner and the leer of a rocker, he straddled two pop
- eras. He took the styles others created and filtered them,
- through the screen door of his nonchalance, for a Middle America
- avid to be hip.
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- Just about everybody liked Martin -- including directors
- and fellow actors and, surprisingly, Lewis, who played goony
- child to Martin's mellow macho man -- but, as Dino warned a TV
- producer, "nobody gets to know me." Even Martin's most expert
- appraiser, his long-suffering wife Jeannie, says he's an enigma.
- "He's either the most complex man imaginable or the simplest,"
- she tells Tosches. "There's either nothing under there or too
- much."
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- Tosches goes with "nothing." He admires Martin's languid
- scorn for producers and gangsters and fans -- for those who
- would hustle or intimidate him or win the love they forlornly
- hoped was inside him. For Dino, Tosches writes, "there could be
- no happiness but in waving away the world; none but in being
- apart, unthinking, unfeeling." The Italians call it lontananza.
- Distance.
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- Naturalmente, Dino didn't talk to Tosches. So the author
- relies on the mind reading and fiction weaving that are such an
- important, easy part of the modern biographer's technique. Yet
- Tosches' high-wired prose -- he's a cogent social historian on
- an eloquent rant, Tom Wolfe married to Screamin' Jay Hawkins --
- is an ideal instrument for defining the incestuous connection
- of gangsters and entertainers and the lure of money, whiskey and
- gals in Hollywood.
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- Still, no one filled or fulfilled Dean; as Jeannie Martin
- notes, "He was always content in a void." Eventually the drunk
- act ceased to be an act; he was not Dino as in vino but Dino as
- in wino. Now, at 75, he is a Dino-saur, eating alone each night
- in restaurants. His chilling apathy is the only bodyguard he
- needs. And his only company is the knowledge that he filled a
- vacuum in popular culture with the more seductive void of his
- personality. Memories, and memorable biographies, are made of
- this.
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