Provocative, energetic, and stylish: earns a spot on the shelf alongside Schulberg and Liebling.



Debut memoir depicting a late bloomer’s two-fisted pursuit of the Golden Gloves and the ringside personalities he encounters.

“I was old (thirty-two) and white (city indoor pallid) in a world dominated by the young and ethnic, the brown and tan,” Anasi declares, prompting fears this may be just another account of mid-life crisis. Fortunately, he’s also an observant, tightly controlled writer who crafts a trenchant report on the tangle of race, class, and urban topography informing the fading sport of boxing, while also subtly exploring his own motivations in training for the Gloves, the most prestigious amateur competition. Anasi shrewdly avoids narrative myopia with generous portraits of his fellow strivers that provide the texture and heart here. One memorable figure is Milton, a pugilistic veteran so irascible that he was banned from many venues, who taught a strangely effective form of under-slung, rotating hooks thrown “like you’re stirring a bowl of soup.” Milton doubtfully trained Anasi and eventually dubbed him “Elvis” (for his appropriation of Milton’s street stylings); his vinegary worldview enlivens the narrative. His opposite is Laura, an accountant and onetime domestic abuse victim emblematic of the nascent rise of female boxers. She became a devastating puncher, but eventually broke with Milton over his sexism and paranoia (Anasi continued sparring with her in secret). Elsewhere, Anasi explores the stories crucial to understanding contemporary boxing: of tough, impoverished kids who see the sport as an escape hatch, even as the “thug life” pursues them, and of talented journeymen cheated by unscrupulous promoters, their potential squandered on mismatched bouts designed to provide favored contenders with easy wins. The author may be pursuing a personal odyssey, but he achieves something greater and more fragile. Its thorough portrait of a dying sport and the underdogs who keep it going contains an unsentimental survey of multiethnic, working-class rituals and bravado, New York–style.

Provocative, energetic, and stylish: earns a spot on the shelf alongside Schulberg and Liebling.

Pub Date: Feb. 1, 2001

ISBN: 0-86547-599-7

Page Count: 320

Publisher: North Point/Farrar, Straus and Giroux

Review Posted Online: May 20, 2010

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Dec. 1, 2001

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One of the NBA’s 50 greatest players scores another basket—a deeply personal one.


A basketball legend reflects on his life in the game and a life lived in the “nightmare of endlessly repetitive and constant pain, agony, and guilt.”

Walton (Nothing but Net, 1994, etc.) begins this memoir on the floor—literally: “I have been living on the floor for most of the last two and a half years, unable to move.” In 2008, he suffered a catastrophic spinal collapse. “My spine will no longer hold me,” he writes. Thirty-seven orthopedic injuries, stemming from the fact that he had malformed feet, led to an endless string of stress fractures. As he notes, Walton is “the most injured athlete in the history of sports.” Over the years, he had ground his lower extremities “down to dust.” Walton’s memoir is two interwoven stories. The first is about his lifelong love of basketball, the second, his lifelong battle with injuries and pain. He had his first operation when he was 14, for a knee hurt in a basketball game. As he chronicles his distinguished career in the game, from high school to college to the NBA, he punctuates that story with a parallel one that chronicles at each juncture the injuries he suffered and overcame until he could no longer play, eventually turning to a successful broadcasting career (which helped his stuttering problem). Thanks to successful experimental spinal fusion surgery, he’s now pain-free. And then there’s the music he loves, especially the Grateful Dead’s; it accompanies both stories like a soundtrack playing off in the distance. Walton tends to get long-winded at times, but that won’t be news to anyone who watches his broadcasts, and those who have been afflicted with lifelong injuries will find the book uplifting and inspirational. Basketball fans will relish Walton’s acumen and insights into the game as well as his stories about players, coaches (especially John Wooden), and games, all told in Walton’s fervent, witty style.

One of the NBA’s 50 greatest players scores another basket—a deeply personal one.

Pub Date: March 8, 2016

ISBN: 978-1-4767-1686-2

Page Count: 352

Publisher: Simon & Schuster

Review Posted Online: Dec. 19, 2015

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Jan. 1, 2016

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Effectively sobering. Suffice it to say that Pop Warner parents will want to armor their kids from head to toe upon reading...


A maddening, well-constructed tale of medical discovery and corporate coverup, set in morgues, laboratories, courtrooms, and football fields.

Nigeria-born Bennet Omalu is perhaps an unlikely hero, a medical doctor board-certified in four areas of pathology, “anatomic, clinical, forensic, and neuropathology,” and a well-rounded specialist in death. When his boss, celebrity examiner Cyril Wecht (“in the autopsy business, Wecht was a rock star”), got into trouble for various specimens of publicity-hound overreach, Omalu was there to offer patient, stoical support. The student did not surpass the teacher in flashiness, but Omalu was a rock star all his own in studying the brain to determine a cause of death. Laskas’ (Creative Writing/Univ. of Pittsburgh; Hidden America, 2012, etc.) main topic is the horrific injuries wrought to the brains and bodies of football players on the field. Omalu’s study of the unfortunate brain of Pittsburgh Steeler Mike Webster, who died in 2002 at 50 of a supposed heart attack, brought new attention to the trauma of concussion. Laskas trades in sportwriter-ese, all staccato delivery full of tough guyisms and sports clichés: “He had played for fifteen seasons, a warrior’s warrior; he played in more games—two hundred twenty—than any other player in Steelers history. Undersized, tough, a big, burly white guy—a Pittsburgh kind of guy—the heart of the best team in history.” A little of that goes a long way, but Laskas, a Pittsburgher who first wrote of Omalu and his studies in a story in GQ, does sturdy work in keeping up with a grim story that the NFL most definitely did not want to see aired—not in Omalu’s professional publications in medical journals, nor, reportedly, on the big screen in the Will Smith vehicle based on this book.

Effectively sobering. Suffice it to say that Pop Warner parents will want to armor their kids from head to toe upon reading it.

Pub Date: Nov. 24, 2015

ISBN: 978-0-8129-8757-7

Page Count: 288

Publisher: Random House

Review Posted Online: Sept. 15, 2015

Kirkus Reviews Issue: Oct. 1, 2015

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