February 14, 1989, played a pivotal part in Salman Rushdie’s life, and it could be said to be a hinge moment in modern history. Rushdie makes artistic use of the date in one of his novels. I write about Rushdie’s efforts to awake from his Valentine’s Day nightmare in an essay issued by the brand new Technicolor Magazine.
Archive for May, 2010
But I can’t deny that I have found much to say about his work. The index to Fighters & Writers lists many writers – more of them than boxers, I’d bet – but there admittedly are quite a few page numbers after Mailer’s name. He even rivals Muhammad Ali in the number of mentions, though the two are often discussed in conjunction.
As it turns out, Fighters & Writers doesn’t contain all my musings to date on the function of boxing in Mailer’s work. Open Letters Monthly: An Anthology, 2007 – 2010 appeared in print at almost exactly the same time as Fighters & Writers. The “best of” collection from the art and literature review’s first three years includes “Mailer’s Victory,” a survey of the sport’s impact on the writer’s attitude and “moral code” as expressed in multiple books.
I consider ”Mailer’s Victory” a companion piece to “The Fighting Life,” an essay in Fighters & Writers that examines Mailer’s use of boxing in his fiction and compares it with Philip Roth’s use of it in novels including The Human Stain and Exit Ghost.
(The anthology’s cover contains “praise for Open Letters Monthly” including a line – “Astute and meticulous” – that The Millions applied to a particular essay of mine on another novelist, but I don’t mind. Why would I?)
Posted in Fighters & Writers, tagged Boxing, Ernest Hemingway, George Foreman, Joe Frazier, Martin Amis, Muhammad Ali, Norman Mailer, Queensbury Rules, Wilfrid Sheed on May 28, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Certain authors are so closely identified with boxing that it becomes difficult to write about them without mentioning the sport. Ernest Hemingway, for example, not only wrote about boxing; he fancied himself as something of a boxer too. Indeed, boxing factored hugely in how he thought of himself both as a man and as a writer. “My writing is nothing,” he ventured, “my boxing is everything.” Though “Hemingway couldn’t box worth his hat,” as critic Wilfrid Sheed says of the novelist’s ring prowess, that unacknowledged deficiency didn’t lessen his personal and artistic investment in the sport.
Other writers aren’t generally associated with boxing but still end up writing about it when they consider literary fight aficionados. Martin Amis, for instance, has written numerous reviews of books by Norman Mailer, which means he at least briefly touches on boxing, a subject Mailer returned to frequently. In doing so, Amis reveals an uncharacteristic uncertainty. Or, to put it another way, he doesn’t know what he’s saying. “In 1975 he wrote The Fight, an extended waffle on the Ali-Frazier match,” Amis writes in a piece included in The Moronic Inferno (1986). As anyone familiar with boxing history knows, there was not just one Ali-Frazer fight, and as anyone who’s actually read The Fight knows, Mailer covered Muhammad Ali’s fight with George Foreman. (Arthur Ashe makes the same mistake in A Hard Road to Glory.)
Amis also looks over the ring ropes to assess Mailer’s boxer poses. In The War against Cliché (2001), he judges an often-reproduced image taken in a boxing gym to be “the second worst photograph of Mailer ever published.” He says the worst picture decorated the back of Why Are We in Vietnam? (1967), and it’s hard to disagree with him there.
Still, Amis’s superficial and sometimes inaccurate glances at boxing lore led me to conclude the he had “no special interest in clashes where the Queensbury Rules apply,” as I phrase it in Fighters & Writers (where I also invoke Ali in an essay on Amis). But then – apropos of my comments on unlooked-for references to boxing – I found this in The Pregnant Widow (2010): “male disaffection was mere male sullenness, with its Queensbury rules….” It’s not much, granted, this suggestion that men (unlike women) have clearly regimented rituals for resolving disputes, and that the regulated violence of boxing is one of them, but it suggests that Amis may have picked something up from Hemingway and Mailer, who also linked boxing and masculinity.
I’ve been invited to speak at events in Reno, Nevada, commemorating the 100th anniversary of the fight there. (An essay I wrote about music inspired by the boxer appeared around the bout’s 99th anniversary.)
Details to follow…
Posted in Fighters & Writers, tagged A.J. Liebling, Boxing, Carson McCullers, Cecil Taylor, Christopher Hitchens, Cyril Connolly, Detroit, E.L. Doctorow, Elvin Jones, Ernest Hemingway, Ezra Pound, Frank Meeink, Howard Mandel, Ian McEwan, Jack Johnson, Joe Glaser, Joe Louis, John Coltrane, Karl Marx, Louis Armstrong, Max Roach, Max Schmeling, Michael Collins, Mike Tyson, Miles Davis, Muhammad Ali, Richard Williams, Robert Goffin, Sugar Ray Robinson, Susan Messer, T.S. Eliot, Terry Teachout, Wil Haygood on May 26, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
Boxing is a boon to scribblers. It provides useful metaphors for all sorts of struggles, whether they end in victory or defeat. It supplies resonant historical reference points and context. It offers ways to write about (usually male) human bodies. During the first part of 2010, as I selected photographs, reviewed proofs and performed other tasks related to the publication of Fighters & Writers, I read several books not ostensibly about boxing in which the sport is mentioned or discussed. These coincidences reconfirmed my premise: fighting and writing are closely connected.
Early in the year, I read Homer & Langley, in which E.L. Doctorow makes use of the sport’s vocabulary of defeat. He describes Langley Collyer, an extreme collector of newspaper and much else, reassembling a Model T automobile inside the house he shares with his blind brother, Homer, and trying to use its engine as an electricity generator. The fumes drive Homer and the siblings’ cook, Mrs. Robileaux (a.k.a. Grandmamma), outdoors. Homer recalls: “We sat across the street on a bench at the park wall and Grandmamma announced, as if describing a boxing match, the struggle between Langley and the prevailing darkness, the lights in our windows flickering, sputtering, flaring, and then finally going down for the count.”
A couple of months later, I read Solar, in which Ian McEwan uses the sport’s recognized gesture of victory. His Nobel Prize-winning physicist Michael Beard, after a ceremonial speech about an alternative energy project, acknowledges the role of his partner by raising his arm “boxing-ring style.” McEwan also makes one of Beard’s colleagues and rivals a former boxer, and the young solar-energy enthusiast’s physical fitness contrasts markedly with Beard’s “dysmorphia.”
Other writers invoke particular boxers to lend an air of authenticity or symbolic poignancy to their fiction. In Grand River and Joy, a novel set in the lead up to and aftermath of the 1967 Detroit riot (and named for an intersection of two streets in the city), Susan Messer has a teenage character who sees the military draft as a conspiracy to rid the United States of black youth. When a friend asks him if he’ll go fight in Vietnam, he replies: “What choice do I have? Don’t have the muscle of Ali.” Although Ali issued his famous declaration “I ain’t got no quarrel with them Vietcong” more than a year earlier, he did not officially refuse induction to the Army until April 28, 1967. He was sentenced on June 20, 1967 – about one month before the riot in Detroit. Even if Messer’s allusion could be considered anachronistic, since it wouldn’t have been clear in July 1967 that Ali would not go to prison and would have his sentence overturned in 1970, the reason for wanting to bring the famous fighter who refused to fight and emblem of black pride into her story is not to comprehend.
Using the novel’s 70th anniversary as an excuse for writing about it, I picked up Carson McCullers’s The Heart Is a Lonely Hunter, which contains a reference that might look even more anachronistic than Messer’s: “Karl Marx talked about Joe Louis.” I can’t say whether that would have struck readers as more or less odd in 1940, but since the Karl Marx in question is actually Dr. Copeland’s son and not his famous namesake, it does make a kind of sense. References to Louis (and there are more than one) certainly fit, since McCullers set the novel in 1938, the year of the boxer’s emphatic win over the German Max Schmeling. Copeland judges an essay contest for black high-school students, one of whom – no doubt taking inspiration from Louis – wishes to become a prizefighter.
Several recent books about jazz, read for projects both completed and in-progress, turn to the sport. In The Blue Moment, Richard Williams describes John Coltrane, after leaving Miles Davis’s group, extending his saxophone solos to thirty minutes and claims the drummer Elvin Jones “needed a boxer’s physique to keep pace with his leader.” Boxing figures both literally and metaphorically (if also only in passing) in Terry Teachout’s biography of Louis Armstrong. The trumpeter’s manager, Joe Glaser, was “a hot-tempered boxing promoter.” (Glaser also worked with boxer Sugar Ray Robinson, as I note in an essay on both Teachout’s Pops and Wil Haygood’s biography of Robinson, Sweet Thunder.) Teachout quotes Robert Goffin, a Belgian jazz critic and author of an early Armstrong biography, describing the musician’s first performance in England. In a less flattering fashion than when Williams likened Jones to a fit fighter, Goffin compared Armstrong to a hard-working athlete: “His face drips like a heavyweight’s, steam rises from his lips….” In Miles, Ornette, Cecil, Howard Mandel refers to Davis’s admiration for the “self-possessed, accomplished Robinson (something Haygood examines closely). He says that drummer Max Roach, by choosing to work with the relentless pianist Cecil Taylor, faced a challenge equivalent to “being in the ring with Joe Louis, Jack Johnson or Mike Tyson.
It comes as no surprise at all to find Ernest Hemingway mentioning boxing. In A Movable Feast, he uses boxing weight classes when discussing his own body. “When you are twenty-five and are a natural heavyweight, missing a meal makes you very hungry.” I could have put that in “Weight Loss: A Love Story” (an essay included in Fighters & Writers), where I quote New Yorker scribe A.J. Liebling using the divisions similarly. In his memoir, Hemingway also recounts trying to teach Ezra Pound how to box and enlist him in the ranks of fighting writers.
Cyril Connolly, who says T.S. Eliot also took boxing lessons, nearly used one of the poet’s lines – “time and the bell” – as title for an essay collection, but rejected it in favor of The Evening Colonnade when a friend said the other one unpleasantly reminded him of boxing.
Not all writerly uses of boxing are of championship caliber, of course. In his thriller Death of a Writer, Michael Collins concludes a conversation between a detective and a suspect with this: “A bell rang as if at the end of a round in a prizefight.” This feels unearned. It suggests a battle of wits between closely matched combatants, but Collins’s dialogue lacks such tension. In Autobiography of a Recovering Skinhead, Frank Meeink recounts physical abuse at the hand of a vicious stepfather, an ex-boxer. (I reviewed the book for The Oregonian.)
Even after all work on Fighters & Writers was completed, I continued to come across unanticipated pairing of literary types and pugilists. A Daily Beast article likened feuding writers to boxers. Christopher Hitchens repeatedly states in Hitch-22 that he never developed any interest in sports, but recalls a compulsory school boxing tournament in which, perhaps needless to say, he didn’t excel. He seems to have learned something from it, however, something that relates directly to his work as a writer. Painful moments at school left him “slightly better equipped” to confront greater one later in life.
There’s no need to attached great significance to any of these coincidences, but all of them together left me pretty certain I was on to something.
The photograph on the cover of Fighters & Writers (and adorning this site) was taken at Gleason’s Gym in Brooklyn, New York. I’ve always liked the image of a speed bag still swinging in front of a blood-red wall after a boxer moved out of the frame. It simultaneously suggests activity as well as a haunting absence. My wife, Nancy, took the picture.
Numerous well-known boxers (as well as actors) have trained at Gleason’s over the years, and it’s a much-used site for filming movies and commercials. I visited it many times when I lived in New York. I write about the place and conversations I’ve had with boxers, trainers and the gym’s proprietor, Bruce Silverglade, in two essays included in Fighters & Writers: “A First-Class Sport” and “Fighters & Writers.”
I dedicated Fighters & Writers to José Torres (1936-2009), the world light heavyweight boxing champion from 1965 to1966 who later co-authored a book about Muhammad Ali and wrote a biography about Mike Tyson. In the title essay, I recount meeting and talking with the International Boxing Hall of Fame inductee. The piece first appeared in The Mailer Review. Though the essay was written prior to Norman Mailer’s death, the issue of the journal carrying it came out soon after – and immediately before his friend José died.
Mailer (1923-2007) also dedicated a book – 1967’s Why Are We in Vietnam? – to José. (Mailer, of course, wrote quite a lot about boxing, which means he comes up several times in Fighters & Writers). Mailer also writes (in the third person) about him in Miami and the Siege of Chicago when he explains his decision to leave the scene of police attacking antiwar protesters outside the 1968 Democratic convention: “And he had a legitimate excuse for leaving. One of his best friends was with him, a professional boxer, once a champion. If the police ever touched him, the boxer would probably be unable to keep himself from taking out six or eight men. The police would then come near to killing the boxer in return. It was a real possibility. He had a responsibility to get his friend out of there, and did…” Though Mailer doesn’t mention the fighter’s name, José told me the story of being in Chicago with Mailer. I remember him expressing gratitude for Mailer’s protectiveness.
Mailer’s wife Norris Church Mailer nicely captures José’s generosity, good humor and effect on others in A Ticket to the Circus (2010): “No one could laugh like José. He slapped his knee and fell off his chair laughing, which made everyone else laugh, too. I will always have a soft spot for José, who has now passed over like so many of our old friends, bless him. He was the kind of friend who would pick up dinner and visit a person he hardly knew, just because his friend asked him to.” I don’t claim to have known José very well, but I also developed a similar fondness for him.
Fighters & Writers contains several photographs, and I toyed with the idea of including this picture of José and me, which was taken at his apartment in Manhattan in 2002. I subsequently lost a great of weight (and I write about the process and the use of boxing weight classes as a frame of reference in an essay, also in Fighters & Writers, that first ran in Blood & Thunder). I decided to leave the unflattering photo out of the book, but it does bring back some nice memories.
Posted in Fighters & Writers, tagged A.J. Liebling, Albert Camus, Boxing, Christopher Hitchens, Darin Strauss, David Remnick, George Foreman, George Orwell, George Plimpton, Henry Rollins, Ian McEwan, James Braddock, Joe Frazier, Joe Louis, John McCain, José Torres, Joyce Carol Oates, Larry Holmes, Martin Amis, Max Baer, Mike Tyson, Muhammad Ali, Norman Mailer, Oscar Wilde, Philip Roth, W.C. Heinz on May 21, 2010 | Leave a Comment »
As I write this post, Fighters & Writers is at the printer. Here’s a bit of background on my forthcoming book.
Fighters & Writers is neither a traditional sports book nor a conventional collection of literary essays. It blends literary criticism, journalism and memoir and considers both the lively body of literature directly related to boxing and the ways the sport relates to writers not usually identified with it.
Essays in Fighters & Writers discuss works about boxing by authors such as Albert Camus, W.C. Heinz, A.J. Liebling, Norman Mailer, Joyce Carol Oates, George Plimpton, Philip Roth, New Yorker editor David Remnick, Darin Strauss and José Torres – a boxing champion who became a writer – as well as the cultural impact made by boxers like Muhammad Ali, Max Baer, James Braddock, George Foreman, Joe Frazier, Larry Holmes, Joe Louis and Mike Tyson. Rodwan also considers the sport in connection with figures such as Martin Amis, Christopher Hitchens, John McCain, Ian McEwan, George Orwell, Henry Rollins and Oscar Wilde.
The title essay surveys a selection of the mammoth body of literature involving boxing in addition to writing on closely related topics such as confidence games. “The Ali Act” considers writers’ undiminished interest in one extraordinary boxer. “The Fighting Life” looks at two prominent writers’ use of boxing in their fiction. “A First-Class Sport” assesses boxing’s frequently overlooked positive aspects by examining the memoirs and autobiographies of several boxing enthusiasts, including a former heavyweight champion, a well-known trainer and television analyst, and prominent public figures including a former president and a U.S. senator. Other pieces in the collection explore how boxing inserts itself in writers’ imaginations even when they write about other subjects. Essays on diverse topics such as book dedications, Orwell’s Spanish Civil War memories, digressions, tattoos and weight loss reveal the close, if not always recognized, connections between fighters and writers.
Carlo Rotella, author of Cut Time: An Education at the Fights, called Fighters & Writers “a spirited and far-ranging meditation on boxing that’s also a thoughtful inquiry into the relationship between the writer’s craft and the fighter’s.”