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Last Playboy: The High Life of Porfirio Rubirosa
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Last Playboy: The High Life of Porfirio Rubirosa

by Shawn Levy

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At one gilded moment in history, his fame was so great that he was known the world over by his nickname alone: Rubi. Pop songs were written about him. Women whom he had never met offered to leave their husbands for him. He had an eye for feminine beauty, particularly when it came with great wealth: Barbara Hutton, Doris Duke, Eva Perón, and Zsa Zsa


At one gilded moment in history, his fame was so great that he was known the world over by his nickname alone: Rubi. Pop songs were written about him. Women whom he had never met offered to leave their husbands for him. He had an eye for feminine beauty, particularly when it came with great wealth: Barbara Hutton, Doris Duke, Eva Perón, and Zsa Zsa Gabor. But he was a man's man as well, polo player and race-car driver, chumming around with the likes of Joe Kennedy, Frank Sinatra, Oleg Cassini, Aly Khan, and King Farouk. He was also a jewel thief, and an intimate of one of the world's most bloodthirsty dictators. And when he died at the age of fifty-six—wrapping his sports car around a tree in the Bois de Boulogne—a glamorous era of white dinner jackets at El Morocco and celebrity for its own sake died along with him.

He was one of a kind, the last of his breed. And in The Last Playboy, author Shawn Levy brings the giddy, hedonistic, and utterly remarkable story of Porfirio Rubirosa to glorious Technicolor life.

Editorial Reviews

Lewis MacAdams
“Fascinating . . . A compulsive read. Shawn Levy is one of our best popular culture journalist-historians.”
John Malkovich
“A terrific story about a fascinating character.”
Douglas Brinkley
“Shawn Levy has written more than a good book—this is an irresistible read. Hollywood will soon come knocking.”
Entertainment Weekly
“A fitting elegy for a forgotten boldfaced name and a thoughtful study of mid-20th-century Pan-American politics.”
“A compelling piece of social history…written in a breezy style perfectly suitable for conjuring Rubirosa’s seductive personality.”
New York Times
“As Shawn Levy amply documents in his bubbly, breathless and appropriately inconsequential biography, Rubirosa worked hard at having fun.”
Jonathan Yardley
… [Levy ia] a bulldog researcher, and many of his judgments are astute. It's quite unlikely that The Last Playboy will restore Rubirosa to anything approximating the éclat he once enjoyed, but it's an entertaining, informative book about a man who, for all his shortcomings, really doesn't deserve to have fallen into one of history's many black holes.
— The Washington Post
Publishers Weekly
Even readers who find the idea of a "playboy" somewhat questionable won't be able to put down Levy's biography of Porfirio Rubirosa (1909-1965). For one thing, there's delicious gossip: the women he courted (Eartha Kitt, Zsa Zsa Gabor), the men he prowled with (Prince Aly Khan, Sinatra, the Kennedys) and the fabulously wealthy women he married (Barbara Hutton, Doris Duke). There's also the story of his infamous penis-Doris Duke described it as "six inches in circumference... much like the last foot of a Louisville Slugger baseball bat with the consistency of a not completely inflated volleyball." Plus, there's sports-car racing, polo ponies and nonstop nightclubbing. But Levy, film critic for the Portland Oregonian, goes beyond the glitz to see Rubirosa as a product of a particular time and place: dictator Trujillo's Dominican Republic. Like many Trujillo intimates, Rubirosa was well paid for his loyalty, not his labor. By the 1960s, when Rubirosa crashed his Ferrari in Paris's Bois de Boulogne, he was an anachronism-at that point, even wealthy men were trying to have careers of some sort. All Rubi knew was how to enjoy himself, so this bubbly bio is a perfect tribute. Photos. Agent, Inkwell Management. (Sept.) Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Library Journal
Film critic Levy (the Portland Oregonian) explores the life and career of Porfirio Rubirosa (1909-65), known as Rubi, one of the original international jetsetters, who relaxed with movie stars, served as an emissary-and possibly even a hit man-for the Dominican dictator Trujillo (his former father-in-law), and was known far and wide as a Latin charmer and ladies' man. He was married five times but was notorious mainly for his apparently insatiable sexual appetites, as well as his nearly supernatural charm, his thrill-seeking, and his hedonism. Although he died at the age of 56 after wrecking his Ferrari in Paris, he had packed a lot of living into those years. Levy's account of this fascinating, albeit largely forgotten, man makes for accessible and interesting reading, rating right up there with his best work, Ready, Steady, Go!: The Smashing Rise and Giddy Fall of Swinging London. A good addition to the biography collections of any public library; academic libraries might also wish to consider it, for although not a scholarly work, it gives students a picture of life in the Fifties entirely distinct from the one provided by "Happy Days."-Mark Bay, Cumberland Coll. Lib., Williamsburg, KY Copyright 2005 Reed Business Information.
Kirkus Reviews
Diligently reconstructed life story of a man who readily laughed off lables like "bounder" and "cad" while elevating that of "Latin lover" to both art form and profession. Porfirio Rubirosa was born in 1909 to a militarist adventurer who instilled in him the code of tiguerismo (ultimate Dominican machismo). His fate was sealed by his being sent, a failed high-school student, to France for academic rehabilitation-and then some. Levy, film critic for the Portland Oregonian and chronicler of mega-celebrities (Rat Pack Confidential, 1998), tracks "Rubi" through the nighteries and brothels of Paris, then back to his impoverished home island, where he dared dance, sans permission, with the daughter of the Dominican Republic's emergent dictator, Rafael Trujillo, as a young lieutenant (albeit with connections) at a military ball. Even El Benefactor (one of the Caribbean's cruelest despots) knew the girl was enthralled by the cosmopolitan bon vivant and shortly blessed their marriage. It wouldn't last; neither would those with French actress Danielle Darrieux or American multimillionaire heiresses Doris Duke and Barbara Hutton, but it set Rubi up as a vague Dominican diplomatic fixture for decades. "I can't work," he once told a reporter, "because I don't have time for it." Meanwhile, women came, in the off-hours of his various marriages, and fell, including Christina Onassis, Eva Per-n and Zsa Zsa Gabor. According to Levy, Rubirosa's basic attitude was reflected in a comment on his father's tendency to have illegitimate children: "My mother got fat," he explained. During World War II, he sold Dominican visas to European Jews for up to $5,000 each, but professed to be far more interested inspending money than making it. When he fatally crashed his Ferrari in 1965 after a night of revelry, the money was almost gone. A fitting end, most said, including his then wife, French actress Odile Rodin, half his age. Engrossing profile of unrelenting excess.
From the Publisher
‘An excellent, gossipy study…Levy has a kinetic prose style…Levy’s luscious, shimmering and titillating portrait is there for the world’ Sunday Times‘[Shawn Levy] has a fascinating story to tell…This is undoubtedly a page turner’ Mail on Sunday‘Shawn Levy has brought all his customary energies to this study of Porfirio Rubirosa’s life’ Daily Telegraph‘A swish, always interesting collection of barroom tales’ Night and Day, Mail on Sunday‘Levy is very thorough…This is a tale told with with great relish and style’ GQ

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The Last Playboy

The High Life of Porfirio Rubirosa
By Shawn Levy

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Copyright © 2005 Shawn Levy
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ISBN: 0007170599

Chapter One

In the Land of Tiguerismo

When he sat down and tried to remember it all, in the '60s, near the end of his life, he began, naturally, with his childhood, as he could retrieve it: a series of brief scenes, like film clips, set in his intoxicating, perilous homeland -- random moments, yet with a cumulative impact that shaped him irrationally, subliminally, imparting to him tastes and biases that he never lost. A man of the world, he forever defined himself by reference to a specific place. . . .

Rifle fire; early morning; a child springs up in bed. "At most," he remembered later, "I was three years old."

Not long after, in the dead of another night, the child startles awake once again, panicked to find himself alone. "I was in the habit of sleeping with a cat." He leaves his bed to seek his feline bedmate, and is shocked to find strangers everywhere. "The house was filled with armed men asleep in the hallways."

And maybe a year later still, a mounted rider approaches. "Without getting off his horse, he took me in his great big hands and pulled me up to its neck, in front of him. One click of his tongue, and we were off! 'Careful Pedro, careful! He's so little!' shouted my mother. My father laughed. The night was gentle and sweet. I had the horse's mane gripped in my hands. I heard his hard breathing. I wished the corral would never end."

Gunshots; soldiers; a strongman; a horse; a shouting woman; the thrill of speed; the danger; the Cibao Valley of the Dominican Republic in its Wild West phase, circa 1913: the earliest flashes of memory in the mind of Porfirio Rubirosa.

In the early twentieth century, when a little boy was being imprinted by these memories, the Dominican Republic was, as it had been for centuries prior, a place where fortunes might be made and dominions might be established -- but only after painful struggles that were not always won by the most honorable combatant. It was a place that tended to favor unfavorable outcomes. Indeed, despite the noble charge and historic pedigree of the first white men who stumbled on it, the first European to settle the island and live out his days there was, in all likelihood, a rat.

Just after midnight on Christmas Day, 1492, a Spanish caravel gently foundered onto a coral reef beside the large island that its passengers had dubbed Espanola -- Hispaniola in English -- the sixth landmass it had encountered in the dozen weeks since departing the Canary Islands.

By dawn, the ship had broken up and sunk.

At that moment, Christopher Columbus had a complete fiasco on his hands.

A nondescript Genoese merchant sailor who made his home in Portugal, Columbus had sufficiently gulled the queen of Spain with his outlandish theories about a sea route to Asia that she arranged a backdoor loan for his enterprise from her husband's treasury. Isabella invested enough in his pipe dream for Columbus to acquire supplies, a crew, and three ships -- the largest of which, the Santa Maria, had just become the first in several centuries of fabled Caribbean wrecks.

Gold Columbus reckoned he would find, and jewels and spices and a path to the riches of the other side of the world that would make trade with the hostile Moors unnecessary. But to date, he had gleaned significantly less than his own weight in treasure, and with the Santa Maria sunk, he was down to two ships for the trip home.

So he formed a landing party (which included at least one stowaway rat, whose bones -- distinct from those of native species -- would be discovered by archeologists centuries later), and he went ashore. There he shook hands with the leader of the native Tainos, accepted a few gifts, and founded a colony, named La Navidad in honor of its Christmas Day discovery. He looked around for a mountain of gold and, seeing none, packed up the Nina and Pinta and went home.

Ten months later, having raised enough capital to fund a fleet of seventeen ships, he returned, intent on exploiting the fonts of gold he believed the island nestled. In January 1494, he founded a second settlement, named La Isabela for his patroness, and used it as a base from which to explore the interior of the island.

Specifically, Columbus was curious about the Cibao, a highland valley that meandered eastward along a river from the northern coast through two mountain ranges and met the sea again in swamplands in the east. On his previous trip, he'd been told that the valley was home to fields where chunks of gold as large as a man's head lay about just waiting to be gathered. He forayed inland and found the valley -- he labeled it La Vega, "the open plain" -- but there was no gold. He was nevertheless impressed: The soil was rich, the climate mild, the river navigable, the mountain ranges, particularly to the south, formidable. If he had been a settler and not a buccaneer, he might have colonized the place for ranching and farming. But his priority was raw wealth. He moved on.

Columbus would make two more trips to Hispaniola, still looking for gold, still luckless. He and his men would found the city of Santo Domingo on the southern coast, a deep harbor from which Spain would rule the Caribbean and the Americas. In the coming centuries, the island, genocidally cleansed of natives, would be a keystone of the Spanish slave trade and an important colony of plantations. The Cibao would yield real wealth -- fortunes based in coffee, cattle, sugarcane, tobacco -- but nobody would ever again venture there in search of treasure.

Indeed, those who did choose to settle there were often lucky just to keep their heads. For hundreds of years after Columbus, the island, despite its import as a staging ground, would be overrun by a continual string of colonial and civil wars and the never-ending scourges of disease, poverty, rapine, and neglect.


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What People are Saying About This

Douglas Brinkley
“Shawn Levy has written more than a good book—this is an irresistible read. Hollywood will soon come knocking.”
John Malkovich
“A terrific story about a fascinating character.”
Lewis MacAdams
“Fascinating . . . A compulsive read. Shawn Levy is one of our best popular culture journalist-historians.”

Meet the Author

Shawn Levy is the film critic of The Oregonian and the author of the critically acclaimed cultural histories Rat Pack Confidential and Ready, Steady, Go!; and King of Comedy, a biography of Jerry Lewis. He lives in Portland, Oregon.

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