"Every club's the same. You've got two, maybe three guys who do their job and never complain, never say a word. Then you've got about 14 guys who might mumble but they're mild, and easy to handle. It's the other six or seven guys. Every time they're told to do something, the first thing they do is ask 'Why?' They always want to know, 'Why?'"
Jonathan Eig’s biography of Lou
Gehrig, Luckiest
Man, is as solid and as memorable as Gehrig himself. It tells Gehrig’s
life easily, thoroughly, and engagingly despite working with a personality
that was genuinely modest and consistently self-effacing. Luckiest
Man is easy to read, completely enjoyable, and without a trace of
hyperbole or adulation.
Eig treats Gehrig’s early life quickly, which I think is appropriate.
He does not make too much of Gehrig’s childhood, but he does tell us
enough that we see Gehrig’s adolescence, college years, and adult life
as derivative of that youth. This is especially true of Gehrig’s
relationship with his mother, which Eig relates objectively. It would be
easy to attribute too much of Gehrig’s personality or habits to this
relationship, or to psychologize too freely. Eig chooses a nice middle
ground in which he allows the story to come out in verifiable anecdotes.
Likewise, Eig captures Gehrig’s college years and transition to the
majors without mythologizing. Gehrig, like DiMaggio,
could be treated as larger than life; the contemporary press did so with
both of them. As he does throughout the book, Eig lets the primary sources
speak, moderating them with appropriate interpretations. In doing so, he
writes as Gehrig may have done himself, lessening the import of supposedly
spectacular achievements in the name of fair journalism. For example,
after a prodigious home run out of Wrigley
Field as a high school player, the Chicago press dubbed Gehrig, “Babe”
Gehrig. Eig could have highlighted the contemporary raves and fanfare that
followed, but instead he emphasized Gehrig’s own perspective: he couldn’t
believe that he had hit a ball out of a major league park. And in his
dying days, Gehrig pointed out that the grand slam came with an 8-6 lead
in the final inning of a game in which the runs were not needed to win.
Selecting these comments out of hundreds available demonstrates that Eig
truly understood his subject and wrote with objectivity and empathy.
Iron Man
A contemporary
picture of Lou Gehrig (colorized by Patrick
Mondout).
The bulk of the book, of course, tells the story of Gehrig’s major
league career. Eig correctly depicts the young Gehrig as being nearly
unwilling to believe that he had the talent to play next to the likes of Babe
Ruth and Ty
Cobb. Eig uses this theme of personal insecurity throughout the book,
and it seems an accurate way to characterize Gehrig. Even as his
achievements mounted, Gehrig rarely knew his own value, especially when it
came to contract negotiations and meeting women.
Beginning in chapter 12, “Courtship”, Eig introduces Gehrig’s
future wife, Eleanor. Eig portrays her as quite unlike anyone Gehrig had
ever met—she was certainly more cosmopolitan and liberal than his mother
would have liked. To Eig’s credit, he gives Eleanor a primary place in
Gehrig’s changing persona without attributing too much to her. We see
how Gehrig broke out of his shyness somewhat after marrying Eleanor,
trying out movie parts, speaking unabashedly about some of his records,
and becoming more aggressive in contract negotiations. Eig claims that
Eleanor “envisioned her role as that of manager, agent, and promoter”
more than “wife”. Taken alone, this statement seems a rather crass
assessment. However, Eig does a nice job showing how deeply Eleanor cared
for Gehrig in her own way—her way just didn’t include being demur and
subservient.
As he approaches the 1938 season (in
which Gehrig’s skills and accomplishments began to decline slightly),
Eig portrays Gehrig as reaching his peak—a portrayal that I found
accurate. Indeed, Gehrig’s ’34, ’36, and ’37 seasons were among
his best. About this time, Eig writes, the media began to take note,
promoting Gehrig’s streak and statistical achievements even while they
bemoaned that he would never be as quotable as Ruth or DiMaggio. These are
good, solid chapters. But the most moving ones come at the end of the
book.
While everyone knows about Gehrig’s illness and premature death, Eig
does a terrific job portraying the confusion and hope that surrounded
Gehrig as his illness advanced quickly after the 1938 season. He shows
Gehrig stubbornly resisting the idea that something could be wrong with
him, insisting that he needed just to work out the kinks in his swing; at
the Mayo Clinic, trying to figure out why his powerful and reliable body
was failing him; with his teammates, supporting them any way he could; in
New York searching for miracle cures from vitamins to histamine
injections; and working for the state of New York in one last effort to be
useful and viable in the face of an unintelligible enemy. Here, Eig writes
economically, letting the story itself draw out the pathos. It is a sad
and beautiful part of Gehrig’s story and Eig tells it well.
I recommend Luckiest
Man to casual baseball fans and serious researchers alike. It is well
written and well researched (as can be seen by numerous references to
primary sources). It is a great story, and Jonathan Eig tells it well.
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