Frankly, it's becoming

After my recent post about Frank Sinatra, the man has been present in my life not only through his music, but in words as well.


I don't have much time to read lately yet on the same day I ran into old Frank in two different books.

Mailer hanging out

The first was in Norman Mailer's Harlot's Ghost:


"Do you like Frank Sinatra?" she asked.
"Never met him."
"I mean, do you like his singing?"
"Overrated," I replied.
"You don't know what you're talking about."
- pg 688

The second was in Thaddeus Russell's The Renegade History of the United States:


When a teenaged Frank Sinatra saw Crosby perform in New Jersey, he decided to "do that". 
- pg 201


How fitting, my friends, that considering I compared him to Frank in the previous post, Johnny Hartman should happen to be singing at this very moment 'The Very Thought of You', as if reminding me that Frank may be a bigger part of our greater culture, but that Johnny Hartman has a few killer tracks of his own.