The only reason I pick this nice volume over the LOA duo is for those who still do not know his work and do not want to plunk down more than the nice low price for this "tasting flight". Once you satisfyingly pat your mouth with the back cover, you will be reaching for the LOA volumes pretty quick, if not individual copies of the whole slate of individual volumes appearing at the very beginning of this happy volume.
Joe Liebling is the other bookend of the matched set of great New Yorker journalists with Joe Mitchell. They were as different in origin as could be, except in character, skill and sensibility. Could be non-identical twins separated at birth otherwise. Liebling was a war reporter, but no blood or guts, all GI. He grasped the war as few others could, but in a way nobody else did. "Westbound Tanker" finds him on the Norwegian "Regenbue", or Rainbow, obvious from "Her lead-gray hull...streaked with rust, and her masts and funnel and deckhouses showed only a trace of paint" He was going on December 1, 1941 to visit home for the holidays as a neutral. While at sea, he was transformed into a co-belligerent on the 7th.
A gourmet of food and drink of the highest order, he made a natural Francophile. Those of you reading his "Between Meals" know of his young introduction to pre-war Paris. He grasped the French as deTocqueville had only aspired in his three month American visit. All the French I read him to for years now are astounded and warmly pleased, even at their own occasional expense. So we begin this tour with a few stories of drink, food and France -- "The primary requisite for writing well about food is a good appetite ... Each day brings only two opportunities for field work".
His sporting nature had two foci, the horse track (as opposed to horse races) and boxing. If you hate boxing, the section on "Boxiana" is for you. If you are a fan, so much the better. My now pugnacious daughter read his work on boxing as a high school sophomore for a book report. Her teacher was impressed; worried, but impressed. She became a monster La Crosse player. Liebling coined "The Sweet Science". In the piece included here, "The University of Eighth Avenue" he writes, "Forty-seventh Street between Sixth and Fifth ...is devoted to polishing and trading diamonds...The block on the west side of Eighth Avenue between Fifty-fourth and Fifty-fifth Streets is given over to the polishing of prizefighters. It has a quiet academic charm" As with war, Liebling is nosing behind and scouting beyond the violence for other verities. And he always delivers.
Joe is always most critical of politicians and other reporters. Two more sections follow on his prime targets, but always with the Liebling twist, which, oddly enough allows us to see straight. Sort of undoing the spin. He felt these two occupations require (but seldom achieve) a higher moral standard than, say, a school teacher. And Joe treated them with requisite scrutiny. "Our idea of a great liberal statesman was Al Smith, because he came right out and told the farmers (who in New York are good socialist Republicans), knowing in advance they were not going to vote for him anyway, exactly where he stood. He stood on the same side of the bar we did."
On the New York Times: "The very existence of the Times sports section marked a concession to frivolity on the part of Adolph Ochs, the great Merchandiser of stodginess, but the old man determined that if he had to have a sports stage at all, it would be as uninteresting as possible." Joe could afford to sneer at the Times; the New Yorker had the premiere baseball writer, Roger Angell. And Liebling could even hold his own when writing about his native city in the company of his emigre brother, Joe Mitchell. Drink deeply here, smile and discover.
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