I Have An Ascot And Sweaters

In Paris Review:

INTERVIEWER: Your piece "Frank Sinatra Has a Cold" is often singled out as the classic work of New Journalism. How did that assignment come about?

TALESE: Harold Hayes, my editor at Esquire, said, I have your next piece: Sinatra. I told him I didn't want to do it. Sinatra had been done to death. I mean, Christ, another piece on Sinatra? But Hayes is a strong person with a polite manner who got his way. So I go to the Beverly Wilshire in Los Angeles and I call Sinatra's press agent, Jim Mahoney. He says Frank's not feeling well. He has a cold. Mahoney is also not happy about other things. He's unhappy about this rumor that Sinatra is friends with organized crime figures. Mahoney says, We may want you to sign an agreement saying we can see the piece first. I say, I can't do that. He says, Then we might not have a deal. At the end of the week, I'm still in the hotel room, and Mahoney calls to ask me what I'm doing. I say, I'm waiting for you to call me. How's Frank feeling? Well, he's not very good. I say, He still has a cold? He says, Yes, he still has a cold. He brings up the agreement issue again, and again I say that's a problem. He says, I understand you've been seeing people. Yes, I've been seeing people. You've been seeing some of Frank's friends? I say, I don't know if they're Frank's friends, but I've been seeing people. He asks me, How long are you going to be doing this? I don't know, I say, and then he hangs up.

That night I'm sitting at a bar around ten o'clock, watching people, and sure enough I notice Frank Sinatra sitting down the corner of the bar with two blondes. Sinatra goes to play pool and I witness a scene between Sinatra and a guy named Harlan Ellison, and I write it down on a shirt board. But I don't get it all, so I go up to Ellison and ask him if I can talk to him the next day. He gives me his phone number and address. When we speak in person I ask him not just what everyone said, but what he was thinking. I always ask people what was on their mind. Were you surprised by Sinatra? Had you met him before? Did you think he was going to hit you, or did you want to pop him? Then someone I knew had a secretary who had gone to school with Sinatra's daughter Nancy. She told me this great story about how she went to this party at the Sinatras' house. At the party she accidentally knocks off from the mantle an alabaster bird. And little Nancy says, Oh no, that's my mother's favorite. Then Frank Sinatra knocks the other one off.

I called Floyd Patterson, whom I'd written a piece about in Esquire, because I knew Sinatra was going to see him in a fight in Las Vegas. He got me tickets to the fight and I just followed Sinatra around. I was in touch with Floyd because when I finish a story, I don't finish a story. I keep in touch with the people I write about. I did that even as a young sports writer just starting out, twenty-five years old. I keep in touch because I always think that there might be more. The stories go on.

So I was getting little things like that. I called Harold Hayes, my editor, almost every day. He asked me how it was going. I said, I'm out here getting things. Harold never asked me if I wanted to come home and I never thought of asking him if I could leave.