Actors and Authors and Writers and Such
Hosing down the street. 3:00 PM. Photo: JH.
In the 1980s when I was living in Los Angeles, there was an Italian restaurant in Beverly Hills called Da Vinci’s where Dean Martin had dinner every night. Every night. In a corner banquette. Alone, or almost always. For this fan who’d been following his career since he broke out into the world of fame and fortune as the straight man in the Martin and Lewis team, seeing this much older man, still a very familiar face, dining alone always intrigued.

Deana Martin
It’s true that there are many who’ve experienced the stellar heights of a person like Dean Martin in Hollywood, who end up very alone, and often for very good reason: they’re ego-driven, ego-ridden and impossible to tolerate, especially after the spotlight has begun to move on. Despite his singularity one never felt that way about Martin. Watching him (not leering, mind you) with the staff, one saw an eternally pleasant and courteous individual, although one could sense the remoteness. It looked more like a man who just wanted to have a quiet meal and some downtime to himself. But nevertheless, a lonely man. Dinner over, he’d be out and into his car waiting curbside, and gone.

The Martins were a big family and a popular family in Beverly Hills. Dean’s second wife Jeanne gave a big Christmas party every year and drew a big crowd of the greats and their friends and families to her sensational house on Robert Drive. The Martin kids were good looking and friendly and had lots of friends in the Hollywood community. Their father’s fame and popularity within their set was an asset but their father himself, was more like that man I saw dining alone at Da Vinci’s: solo.
Dennis Farina, Deana Martin, Altovoise Davis, John Griffith, Joy Philbin and Regis Philbin
Deana Martin, Dean Martin’s daughter by his first marriage (“before he was Dean Martin") has written a moving memoir, Memories Are Made Of This (Random House, Harmony Books) about that life and the man who was indeed one of the world’s greatest charmers and yet also a decidedly self-isolated individual.

They had a book party for Ms. Martin Tuesday night over at the Chambers Hotel on 15 West 56 Street. Joy and Regis Philbin were there, along with Tony Danza, Dennis Farina, Frank Pellegrino, Altovoise Davis (widow of Sammy Davis Jr.), Liz Fondaras, Lionel Larner, as well as many family friends were on hand celebrate.

Meanwhile, same night, a few blocks south at the Cipriani Fifth Avenue, the Paris Review Foundation were holding their “Fall Revel” honoring the great novelist William Styron. It was a dinner of readings, performances, including readings from the author’s work, and prizes. Mr. Styron was a co-founder of the Review

Peter Matthiessen
An appealingly stellar crowd of actors and authors and writers and such (thanks Dorothy Parker) here too: Ed Harris, Maggie Gyllenhall, Moby, Candace Bushnell and Charles Askegaard, Kate and Andy Spade, John Guare, who hosted the evening as well as the Review’s Board of Directors: Richard B. Fisher, James C. Goodale, Thomas H. Guinzburg, Drue Heinz, Bokara Legendre, Peter Matthiessen, Jeanne McCulloch, Terry McDonell, Managing Editor of Sports Illustrated, Sarah Dudley Plimpton, Robert Silvers, co-founder and editor of The New York Review of Books, and Antonio Weiss, John and Kathryn Heminway, Billy Collins, Kurt Vonnegut, (who celebrated his 82nd birthday yesterday), Richard Holbrooke, Mike Wallace, and of course, Bill and Rose Styron, Al Styron, Pat Birch, Bob Loomis of Random House, John Huey of Time, Inc., Jennifer Maguire, President of The Tribeca Film Festival, Tony Kiser and Beth Alexander, James Salter, Andrew Wylie, Nick Acquavella, Eleanor Acquavella and Morgan Dejoux, Eugenie Niven, Louis Gerstner, Harrison LeFrak, Beth Buccini, Lewis Lapham and E.L. Doctorow.

Since 1953 The Paris Review has published the work of the finest writers of the twentieth century; including Jack Kerouac and García Márquez, Nobel Laureates, winners of the National Book Award, Pulitzer and Booker Prizes, as well as amazing fresh talent poised for renown. The magazine celebrated its 50th Anniversary last year with the publication of The Paris Review Book of Heartbreak, Madness, Sex, Love, Betrayal, Outsiders, Intoxication, War, Whimsy, Horrors, God, Death, Dinner, Baseball, Travels, The Art of Writing, and Everything Else in the World Since 1953, with an introduction by Founding Editor George Plimpton. The New Yorker wrote of that anthology: "What the reader gets is a richly endowed night-table volume that keeps on giving."

The Paris Review will also officially launch its new online literary archive, The DNA of Literature Project, at www.theparisreview.org. Over 10,000 pages of in-depth interviews with famous writers (Nabokov, Hemingway, Don Delillo, Toni Morrison and Martin Amis are just a few of more than 300 writers included) are here available for the first time, and entirely free of charge.
Andy and Kate Spade
Sarah Plimpton
Can-Can girls
Alexandra Styron and Maggie Gyllenhaal
Candace Bushnell and Katie Carpenter
Billy and Alex Kimball
Richard Larson and Ed Harris
Debbie Bancroft, Moby, and Deborah Schoeneman
Ed Harris and Kurt Vonnegut
Fernanda Niven
John Guare with the Can-Can girls
L. to r.: Mike Wallace and William Styron; Maggie Gyllenhaal; Ivanka Trump.

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No drinking, no smoking and no foolin’ around:

In the late 1950s as rock and roll was taking over the Billboard charts there was a best selling album called “Lester Lanin at the Tiffany Ball” that almost every record collecting college kid in America owned. Lester Lanin was at that moment the king of the society dance bands. He’d first gained fame when he was twenty-four, in 1931 when he played for the coming out party of America’s original poor-little-rich-girl, Barbara Hutton at the Ritz in New York. After that his gigs included Hollywood parties for people like Gary Cooper, dance cotillions in the East and in the South, schools and colleges like Lawrenceville, Groton and St. Marks, Princeton, Yale; clubs like the Everglades in Palm Beach and the Nantucket Yacht Club, as well as thousands and thousands of weddings and private parties, including the engagement party of Prince Rainier and Grace Kelly and the wedding of Prince Charles and Lady Diana Spencer. His clients included most of the 100 richest men and women in America and the kings of Norway, Spain, Greece, Denmark and Sweden.

Lester Lanin died a couple of weeks ago, just a month after his ninety-seventh birthday. He played almost right up until the end and despite his departure, the Lanin organization still handles bookings. The Telegraph of London recently published an exquisite obituary of Mr. Lanin – for your reading pleasure:

Lester Lanin

Lester Lanin , who has died aged 97, was a "society" bandleader called upon to perform at the smartest parties on both sides of the Atlantic.

He provided the music for the Queen's 60th birthday; he played at the wedding of the Prince and Princess of Wales, for which he wrote the tune My Lady Love; and he brought over his orchestra to serenade the Queen Mother on her 100th birthday. In addition, his presence was required at every presidential inauguration from President Eisenhower to Bill Clinton, except for that of Jimmy Carter (who thought him too expensive).

A Lanin evening usually began with Cole Porter's Night and Day, and provided a bouncy yet tasteful mixture that included swing, Dixieland and rock 'n' roll; occasional slower numbers would be interspersed when he recognised that the dancers' mood was changing by the way their feet were moving.

Lanin would play until 5.30 am, if required. One American plutocrat, Charles Tandy, pressed wads of money into Lanin's hand to keep the music going. When the last chord was finally played, Tandy collapsed on the dance floor; he died the following day.

Nathaniel Lester Lanin was born at Philadelphia on August 26 1907, the youngest of 10 boys. His grandfather was a bandleader who used to travel by horse-drawn carriage; his father was also a bandleader, as were six of Lester's brothers; one, Sam, was known as "the Toscanini of the dance orchestra".

Lester first wanted to be a lawyer, but began piano and drums at five and, on leaving school at 15, he played for his brothers. He then started booking musicians, such as Louis Armstrong and the Dorsey Brothers, for them and other bandleaders.

Although Lanin later restricted himself to fronting his own band, he played the drums so loudly in his early days that some musicians were put off joining him. He traced his success as a leader from the coming-out party for the Woolworth heiress Barbara Hutton in 1930. From then on, he steadily built up a reputation; his Pink Petal Waltz, written for the New York Junior League in 1948, was one of the pieces that made him a firm favourite for weddings, charity balls and supper clubs across America.

From the late 1960s he was also a firm favourite in Britain, playing for the Royal Family and others. Not the least reason for his popularity was that he specialised in medleys which enabled dancers of all ages to jig, jive, waltz and quickstep. To give extra pep, he would distribute small hats with his name on them, which could be seen late in an evening adorning heads of great dignity.

At one time Lanin had some 12 bands on the road; and even when he died on October 27 he had two still in action. By 1992, he calculated that he had played at some 20,000 wedding receptions and 7,500 parties, and had released more than 30 long-playing records.

Claiming that he could manage with one hour's sleep a night, Lanin kept tight control of his band. He never danced in later life, and was so rarely seen to leave the stand that President Kennedy once asked if he ever went "to the bathroom".

He advised aspirant leaders: "Whoever you play for, try and make sure you are part and parcel of something happy. So, if the woman whose party it was sees you on the street 15 years from now, she'll say `Lester, you made my party'."

Lester Lanin was briefly married to Marilynn Weiss, an actress and former Miss Texas. He attributed his longevity to swearing off drinking, smoking and sex.




November 12, 2004, Volume IV, Number 175
Photographs (Martin) by Jemal Countess/WireImage.com

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