With a little help from Nancy Sinatra, Jr., and the Sinatra family, Charles Pignone has crafted an attractive little scrapbook that just so happens to be about one of the most famous voices in the world. Just like the scrapbook your auntie pieced together and left the protective plastic cover on, Frank Sinatra: The Family Album is full of priceless moments of embarrassment, joyful events and fond memories.
The first picture is of a bare-naked, newborn Francis Albert Sinatra with a fuzzy blanket and his tush up in the air. In the next 130 pages, we are treated to a glimpse of the always-entertaining life and times of Sinatra.
This is a one-sided glimpse, though. Sinatra as the family man. The doting father and the pleasant chap who was chums with some other famous people. Oh, and by the way, he sang a few songs. This glimpse is actually a welcome one. There are many books to read that provide the ladies’ man, the political mover and shaker, and basically everything else prime for a Hollywood tell-all.
The Family Album casts Sinatra in a flattering light that brings his legendary image down to earth. He did dote on his children and grandchildren. He enjoyed his work and the people he worked with. The photos show Frank Sinatra as a warm, genuine human being, just out to provide for his family, doing what he loved to do. The American dream in all its white picket fence grandeur.
Besides a few press and headshots, the photographs are wonderfully flawed. Just like the photos in your own family album, some photos blurry or underexposed. Yet even the amateur photos show Sinatra as impeccably dressed and working a smile at all times.
Longtime Sinatra fans, the absolute fanatics really, will adore this well-crafted, high-quality coffee table book. Lesser fans might flip through once or twice. Anyone else needs to get his or her tush to a record store and find out firsthand what all this fuss was about.