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  enlarge | Author: Robert J. Randisi Publisher: St. Martin's Minotaur Category: Book List Price: Buy New: $7.19 You Save: $16.76 (70%) New (8) Used (9) from $4.50 Rating:  7 reviewsSales Rank: 362758 Media: Hardcover Edition: 1st Pages: 288 Number Of Items: 1 Shipping Weight (lbs): 1 Dimensions (in): 8.2 x 5.8 x 1.1 ISBN: 0312338627 Dewey Decimal Number: 813.54 EAN: 9780312338626 ASIN: 0312338627 Publication Date: October 31, 2006 Availability: Usually ships in 1-2 business days Shipping: Expedited shipping available Shipping: International shipping available Condition: New, unread, publisher over-stock copies. Ships out by NEXT Business Day. We have shipped TWO MILLION+ Amazon orders to-date. 100% Satisfaction Guarantee! | ||||||||||
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| Editorial Reviews: Product Description Las Vegas, 1960. Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis Jr., Joey Bishop, and Peter Lawford are the Kings of Cool---the Rat Pack. Ocean’s 11 is their first movie together and they have taken Sin City by storm---filming during the day and cavorting onstage at the Sands Casino at night. It’s clear not everyone is charmed, however, when Dean begins receiving anonymous threatening letters. Eddie Gianelli, also called Eddie G., is a pit boss at the Sands. After twelve years, he’s got the whole town wired. But he’s still surprised when Joey Bishop drops by his table and invites him to meet with Frank in the Rat Pack’s private steam room. Frank asks Eddie to find out who’s been sending the threats, as a favor to him and Dean. Eddie wants to politely decline, but caught between his boss, Jack Entratter’s, not-so-subtle nudging and being utterly starstruck by Dino, he agrees to look into it. He gets help from his P.I. best friend and a Jewish torpedo from Brooklyn. A few dead bodies and bruised ribs later, he remembers why he was reluctant. In a city of gamblers, Eddie has become the highest roller of all. The game is murder, and the stakes just may be his own life. Robert J. Randisi, the man Booklist claims “may be the last of the true pulp writers,” takes his readers on a vivid, neon-lit tour of back rooms, bars, and famed gambling dens of the desert mirage that was---and still is---Las Vegas. Broads, blackjack, and bourbon flow. Celebrities, from John F. Kennedy to Angie Dickinson, strut in and out of this amazing first in a series that Rat Pack fans and crime fiction lovers will not want to miss. | |||||||||||
Customer Reviews: Read 2 more reviews... Promising, but Too Little Charm June 28, 2008C. Barnes (Gray, TN) I have to say, being a lover of the Rat Pack and a hater of the remakes, I was happy to see the real boys get some attention paid to them. I got this one with high hopes, but, eh, it was not so much. It is more like the remakes--using the Rat Pack but applying modern rules. Overall, I think I can sum it up by saying the writer seems frustrated he was not/could not be in the Rat Pack, and overcompensates by focusing on the idea of their "dark" side, a la sexual exploits, by making the entire book pretty much about graphic sex (not between the Pack and broads, even)--as in, threesomes and other discriptions on practically every page. Of course, these things went on in the hey days, but the beauty is, they weren't discussed except in the steam room ;) . BUT, if you can get past that, it really is a fun read. He has fun with the boys, even though they are more of a pleasant backdrop. He has Frank's connections and foreshadowing his politcal turn-around via Dean predicting it, he has Dean watching westerns--just some good little nuggets to smile at. I througoughly enjoyed the Rat Pack bits, and, unlike some, I don't feel they were way too few--always leave 'em wanitng more, as they say, though a couple more scene would have been nice. However, it would have been much better had it dealt more with innuendo rather than blatant description of sexual encounters with a slightly cynical eye towards the entire scene of the time, no less. I won't write a book of a review here, but the shortest way I can think of to say it is this: I think some of the Rat Pack's appeal was, back then, their shocking innuendo and exploits, and now, the same, but now mixed with the charm of the fact it was innuendo of their exploits, as in, they didn't say "bl*w j*b" on stage (they may *allude* to it in other words, though ;)--but that's takes brains and charm!), yet you read about that here. In other words, the stuff Randisi describes happened in those days, but it wasn't so publicly talked about. Maybe if you desperately want to feel like you were at the "after-parties" with the Pack, you'd enjoy that (which I feel is the writer's angle). Real fans, though, can get that feeling and know what was what and who was who without reading about imagined characters having threesomes. I'd rather have a charming little book with hints of things abounding and instead get dirt about the late-nights from interviews with the Pack themselves and their close cohorts. Therefore, if you think this is going to be like watching an old movie, think again. It's not; it doesn't have the charm because it's too focused on NOT the Rat Pack but rather on the author's desire to be in the naughty side of the Rat Pack (check out his picture on the jacket--Sinatra wannabe; I believe he's Eddie G.). In the fact it is not old fashioned, to people like me, it loses its charm--because, if you think about it, Rat Pack fans obviously like the old days, and if you were writing a book about the old days, you'd want to capture that spirit. This doesn't do it. Because of that, I'm hesitant to buy "Lucky Be A Lady, Don't Die". So why three stars if it's too cynical, not that charming, and more of a "fanfic" sort of thing for the author to imagine himself alongside Sinatra and Dino? Well, because it's about the Rat Pack. The scenes with the Rat Pack are good ones, the little character ticks for the Clan are good, and the nods to things to come (see when a tipsy Dean predicts the fight between Kennedy/Peter and Sinatra) are good. In general, if you're a Rat Pack fan (since I'm writing this as a Rat Pack fan and a fan of the old days in general :) ), even if the writer's fantasties about what he wishes he could have been and disregard for the charm and spirit of the olden days code of public conduct bore you, you'll still get a smile reading a book that captures the boys well :) .  Frank, Mo Mo, and JFK. October 12, 2007J. H. Minde (Boca Raton, Florida and Brooklyn, New York) 1 out of 1 found this review helpful The long and the short of it is that some Clyde is sending threatening notes to Dean Martin. Dean is in town (the town being Las Vegas, 1960) with Frank, Sammy, Joey, and Peter to film the original OCEAN'S 11. Concerned for his friend's safety, Ol' Blue Eyes approaches Jack Entratter, the operator of the Sands, for help. Jack puts Frank onto Eddie Gianelli, a former Brooklyn street kid-turned CPA-now-turned pit boss, who knows everybody on The Strip. As soon as Eddie G. starts asking questions, the bodies start piling up. After he's roughed up by a couple of torpedoes, Eddie starts taking it all very personally, and delves into his investigation with the passion (if not the professionalism) of Hercule Poirot. Prolific thriller writer Robert J. Randisi has written a humorous and affectionate homage to the Era of the Rat Pack and to the vanished Sin City of the Fifties, where goombahs, celebrities, and everyday people lost fortunes, made fortunes and rubbed shoulders. Bright and breezy though he is, Randisi is still writing Genre Noir and doesn't shy away from the drugs, hookers and shady deals that made (or make) up the seedy side of Las Vegas, but he doesn't obsess on them either. He is unsparing of the racism of the time: the outrage of some toward Sammy Davis Jr.'s impending marriage to Swedish actress May Britt, the mockery of Davis' Judaism, the disdain shown by white cops to a black detective, and the institutionalized segregation of Vegas are all mentioned in brief and summarily dismissed as ignorant by the diamond-in-the-rough Eddie, who blends with Casino owners, hitmen, showgirls, and The Boys quite comfortably, no matter what. The Rat Pack and Friends (with cameo appearances by George Raft and then-Senator Jack Kennedy) move sparklingly across these pages. EVERYBODY KILLS SOMEBODY SOMETIME is a great poolside read. Brief, snappy chapters move the story right along. Just about as light and fluffy as a murder mystery can be, EVERYBODY KILLS SOMEBODY SOMETIME drips with ambience and that ring-a-ding-ding good feeling of the time. The first in a new series, this little novel is a time capsule. Climb in and be transported. You can almost hear ole Dean singing May 1, 2007armchairinterviews.com (Minnesota) 2 out of 2 found this review helpful Hey pallies! It's time to take a trip down memory lane to the glory days of the 1960's Sin City and go on a caper with the coolest cats who ever dunked their toes in the Sands Hotel and Casino swimming pool. Yep, mystery writer Robert J. Randisi has started a new series featuring Las Vegas' beloved Rat Pack with Everybody Kills Somebody Sometime. The boys (Frank Sinatra, Dean Martin, Sammy Davis, Jr., Peter Lawford, and Joey Bishop) are in town to film their first movie together, Ocean's 11. But before filming starts, the guys are having a blast taking the Sands by storm with their on and offstage hijinks. As the title indicates, Dean Martin is the cat with the problem. Frank Sinatra asks Sands boss Jack Entratter for some helping trying to figure out who is sending death threats to Dino. Jack calls in pit boss Eddie Gianelli, better known everyone in Vegas as Eddie G. Although the guys know Eddie G., Eddie is just another clyde ("clyde was Rat Pack-ese for anyone who wasn't part of their group.") but he's wired into everything that happens in Vegas. Eddie gets a leave of absence to play gumshoe--and that's when the fists begin to fly. Before all is said and done Eddie takes a savage beating and the bodies start to pile up. Everybody Kills Somebody Sometime is a homage to the Rat Pack, an illustration of how star-struck our society is, including a social commentary on the racial period of the time, with a mystery thrown in for good measure. It's a wonderful take-me-to-the-pool read that sure to bring smiles to those old enough to remember the Pack's antics and a history of those hard partying days and nights. Robert J. Randisi is the author of the Nick Delvecchio and Miles Jacoby series. He is the founder and executive director of the Private Eye Writers of America, the creator of the Shamus Award, and the cofounder of Mystery Scene magazine. Armchair Interviews says: In case you didn't get the play on words for the title, one of Dean Martin's biggest hits was "Everybody Loves Somebody Sometime"--and you'll love this book!  Disappointing April 7, 2007Danny Puddle (Englewood, CO USA) 1 out of 2 found this review helpful Unlike the Rat Pack, this book does not deliver. It starts promisingly, but meanders along without focusing on the case at hand. That could have been an opportunity to paint a vivid picture of old Las Vegas, but no such luck. The scenes with Pack members are best, but too few and seldom insightful. Long conversations are depicted in glorious tedium. The characters' meal selections are listed, and character development gets left behind. Worst, the "mystery" isn't. There is a too common practice among mystery writers: introduce the culprit early and cast no suspicion on him or her, then have them vanish while parading red herrings around in the hopes of getting the readers to forget them. Finally - haha! - look who it was. 'Sall I'm sayin'. In fact, the whole resolution is a big gyp. Made me feel cheated. This was one swingin' tale of mystery February 28, 2007Charlie Atwater (Washington, D.C.) I don't understand how this got by me when it was first published.... but I'm glad I found it here. Its a terrific tale of the Rat Pack at the apex of their fame in Vegas -- and the mystery ain't bad either. | |||||||||||
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