Memories of Summer
When Baseball Was an Art, and Writing about It a Game
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Descrição da editora
The legendary sportswriter’s memoir of Brooklyn, baseball, and a life in journalism: “Simply put, this is a marvelous book” (Kirkus Reviews).
In this book, the bestselling author of The Boys of Summer shares stories of his Depression-era Brooklyn childhood, his career during a golden era of sports, and his personal acquaintances with a wide range of great ballplayers.
His father had a passion for the Dodgers; his mother’s passion was for poetry. Young Roger managed to blend both loves in a career that encompassed writing about sports for the New York Herald Tribune, Sports Illustrated, the Saturday Evening Post, Esquire, and Time. Kahn recalls the great personalities—Leo Durocher, Mickey Mantle, Willie Mays, Jackie Robinson, Red Smith, Dick Young, and many more—and recollects the wittiest lines from forty years in dugouts, press boxes, and newsrooms.
“A master at evoking a sense of the past . . . A pleasing potpourri of autobiography, professional memoir, and anecdotal baseball history . . . Of special note to journalism buffs is Kahn’s account of his role in the inception of Sports Illustrated.” —Booklist
“As a kid, I loved sports first and writing second, and loved everything Roger Kahn wrote. As an adult, I love writing first and sports second, and love Roger Kahn even more.” —David Maraniss, Pulitzer Prize–winning journalist and author
“Roger Kahn is the best baseball writer in the business.” —Stephen Jay Gould, New York Review of Books
PUBLISHERS WEEKLY
Any baseball book from the man who wrote The Boys of Summer is expected to be a treat, but this one is extra-special, for Kahn has crafted an informal mini-autobiography about his early years as a baseball writer. "I saw my first World Series game in 1920, seven years before I was born," Kahn says as he begins to explain his close, yet difficult, relationship with his father, who died in 1953. He recalls boyhood trips to Ebbets Field in Brooklyn with his dad and living in a household where education was valued and the mellow voice of Red Barber on the radio calling a Dolph Camilli home run was a natural. His father, a high school teacher and one of the guiding lights behind radio's Information Please, helped his son secure a position with the New York Herald-Tribune, and pretty soon Kahn was covering the Dodgers of Reese, Robinson, Snider and Campanella. There are terrific profiles: Willie Mays ("The only magic ballplayer of my lifetime"); Carl Furillo telling time ("Two-oh-fucking clock"); and Leo Durocher's love tips ("put your hand on her crotch"). There are also stories of working for Henry Luce at the brand-new Sports Illustrated, recollections of the dry wit of columnist Red Smith and the messy business affairs of a "hustler" named Mickey Mantle. This is a wonderful book that rekindles memories of 1950s baseball--a time when baseball was indeed our national pastime. Photos not seen by PW. Author tour.
