Little received his first camera from his father when he was 9 years old. With that serendipitous gift, he embarked on an impressive career as a photojournalist that spanned 40 years. He largely worked for Time, Incorporated and was given the opportunity to photograph everything and everyone\u2014Cary Grant, the Rolling Stones, presidents, and Playboy bunnies. His favorite genre was portraiture, with his preferred subjects being writers. This is unsurprising since his father was a newspaper columnist and his mother a playwright: \u201cAuthors are my favorite subjects. Before an assignment, if I haven\u2019t already, I try to read at least one of their books. It makes for more interesting conversation. And, let\u2019s face it, photographers aren\u2019t always held in the highest esteem. Writers often find it challenging to conceal their surprise that I am one of their readers.\u201d This insightfully candid and self-effacing observation typifies the intriguing memoir, one brimming with beautiful photographs. Little didn\u2019t only shoot celebrities\u2014he also captured wildlife in Africa and the war-torn streets of Belfast at the height of the Troubles. Nothing about Little\u2019s career was pedestrian; even the nuptials he worked\u2014for instance, Arnold Schwarzenegger and Maria Shriver\u2019s wedding\u2014were momentous.<\/p>\n
The author shares two parallel stories: the arc of his professional life as well as his personal one, told in a nonlinear fashion. He breaks his life into thematic packets of photos\u2014for example, some organized around smoking subjects and others around pets. Little reflects briefly but profoundly on the era itself\u2014he largely worked during the 1970s, \u201980s, and \u201990s, a time he considers a \u201cgolden age for freelance photojournalists,\u201d when they were given generous budgets and \u201ctreated like little gods.\u201d Eventually, this era was superseded by one considerably less hospitable to the industry\u2014tightened budgets, the rise of the internet, and other factors led to this gilded age\u2019s demise (The \u201cmagical, jolly ride was over\u201d). The author conveys this vivid reflection without a hint of resentment. In fact, he is relentlessly grateful for his \u201cfront seat to history\u201d: \u201cWith all that said, am I bitter? Quite the opposite. Mostly, I feel lucky that the accident of my birth date put me in the midst of the let-the-good-times-roll era of photojournalism.\u201d This is not an edgy expos\u00e9 digging up dirt on luminaries\u2014Little is a professional of an older variety, a consummate gentleman who admiringly describes all of his subjects. Even David Letterman, who suddenly turned sour on the author for reasons unknown, is largely portrayed favorably. Nonetheless, this does not mean Little\u2019s account is banal; quite the contrary, this is a compelling rendering of celebrities, a vanished age, and a career that, as the author acknowledges, couldn\u2019t possibly occur today. Even if Little did not provide such a charmingly thoughtful commentary, the striking photos he reproduces here would make the book extremely worthwhile.<\/p>","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
Little received his first camera from his father when he was 9 years old. With that serendipitous gift, he embarked on an impressive career as a photojournalist that spanned 40 years. He largely worked for Time, Incorporated and was given the opportunity to photograph everything and everyone\u2014Cary Grant, the Rolling Stones, presidents, and Playboy bunnies. […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":0,"featured_media":1133,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[6],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1132","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-interesting"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/bookloves.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1132"}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/bookloves.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/bookloves.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bookloves.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=1132"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/bookloves.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1132\/revisions"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bookloves.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/media\/1133"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/bookloves.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=1132"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bookloves.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=1132"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/bookloves.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=1132"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}