Seemingly each time I read a baseball biography, I go into it thinking it’s going to be a fun lighthearted read. However, more often than not it ends up being a review of a sordid mess of a man’s life. That is not a negative on the quality of the books, but perhaps it is a comment on the baseball players that society often holds up as exemplars of virtue. And that is definitely the case with Joe DiMaggio.
Richard Ben Cramer has written a very interesting and also thoroughly researched biography of DiMaggio, beginning with a brief prologue of Joe DiMaggio day in September 1998 at Yankee Stadium. The scene then quickly shift to DiMaggio‘s boyhood and youth growing up in San Francisco during the 1920s and early 30s. Even from the beginning, DiMaggio was aloof, sour, dour, and surly. DiMaggio had “friends“, but not really. He interacted with them only when he wanted to, and when he didn’t he would either disappear or just stare off into his own world. This was a pattern that he carried on throughout his life.
Cramer then charts DiMaggio’s meteoric rise in baseball from the Pacific Coast League to his rookie year with the Yankees in 1936. Even today, DiMaggio is widely considered to be one of the best baseball players that ever played the game. Perhaps the best. Although as any baseball fan could tell you, that will be endlessly open for debate, with several options to choose from. DiMaggio certainly marketed himself for decades as the “greatest living player”. DiMaggio won, and won, and won, and won again. He won nine World Series with the Yankees. DiMaggio also has the longest hitting streak in baseball history, at 56 games in 1941. You really have to think about that for a minute. I don’t see how anyone is ever, ever going to be able to come even remotely close to that. Especially in today’s game, where hits seem to be fewer and fewer, it’s hard for me to see somebody getting past a 20 game streak.
Cramer chronicles the streak, and DiMaggio’s years with the Yankees. As with the friends of his youth, DiMaggio was often off by himself when he was a Yankee. Many teammates he would not even talk to or would barely even acknowledge. Other teammates knew enough to stay away from him. But why did all of them think that he was so great? It is because he willed himself to be better, to play better, to always give 100%, to never settle for less than that. DiMaggio is hard on other people, very hard. Yet it seems that he was hardest on his self when it came to his own play. As he aged, DiMaggio’s injuries began to stack up: issues with both heels, an issue with his shoulder, his legs starting to give out on him, his back starting to become bulky. DiMaggio missed significant portions of time in several seasons due to injuries. He knew that 1951 was going to be his last season, and he helped the Yankees win one final championship.
But this book isn’t just about DiMaggio’s exploits at Yankee Stadium. This guy was the definition of a loner. Someone who could go sit in a bar by himself, drink by himself, and not want to be bothered by anybody. Somebody who could go to a bar with somebody, sit there for hours, but not say a word. people floated in and out of DiMaggio’s life, at his whim. DiMaggio was ultra suspicious of anyone and everyone, even his own brothers. If he thought somebody was trying to cash in on their acquaintanceship with him, even in the smallest way, he cut them out of his life and did so heartlessly. this book is littered with people who devoted themselves to DiMaggio for years, possibly decades, only to be unceremoniously dumped at the curb for who knows what reason.
DiMaggio was married twice, and both marriages end in divorce. He was a womanizer, and at least in the case of his second marriage, to Marilyn Monroe, he was an abuser. Yet, with both women, after being divorced from them he tried desperately to get back with them. With Monroe‘s sudden death in 1962, even though he was already divorced from her, they had been planning to get married again, and DiMaggio stayed single for the remainder of his life. DiMaggio also had a son, Joe Jr., from his first marriage, but he did not exactly garner dad of the year honors. As with almost everyone else, DiMaggio eventually cut his son out of his life as well.
Cramer actually goes fairly deep into DiMaggio‘s time with Marilyn Monroe. Interestingly they were actually married for less than a year. But they were in and out of each other’s lives for almost a decade. DiMaggio was infatuated with her, and couldn’t stand to be without her, although he couldn’t stand to be with her when he was with her, at least early on.
For a time in the book, Cramer actually goes more into Marilyn Monroe and leaves DiMaggio sort of as a side character. I get why he did that, given her importance to DiMaggio, but it just seemed to me to go on a bit too long. Monroe was a mess, and reading about some of her activities almost lends this a tabloid-esque feel at times. Fortunately he does not get into much speculation about her death and the mysteriousness surrounding that. For the purposes of this book, DiMaggio is devastated.
But suddenly, the book goes from this time (1962), up to 1989 in the next chapter, right after the big earthquake in San Francisco during the World Series. This can be a little jar and, as twenty-seven years have flashed by quickly. Yet, I didn’t really feel like I missed out on a whole lot of DiMaggio‘s life. Four at this point he had already taken to traveling around the country, and sometimes around the world, basically marketing himself, enriching himself, and trying to get things for free. As he does throughout the book, Cramer shows how DiMaggio was a cheapskate and penny-pincher, always looking to get free food, free lodging, free anything from everyone, without having to do anything in return. On top of that, DiMaggio always got special treatment everywhere he went. It didn’t matter if it was San Francisco, New York, Los Angeles, anywhere, only the best was given to DiMaggio. An example of this comes on page 435, with Cramer writing about the earthquake: “Green cards allowed full access – they were hard to get. Joe flashed his green card.”
The last several chapters deal with DiMaggio‘s declining years, and his obsession with continuing to make more and more money off of memorabilia sales throughout the 1980s and 1990s. Unfortunately, DiMaggio got himself set up with a shyster lawyer in Hollywood Florida, Maurice Engleberg. Engleberg ended up taking over full control of DiMaggio‘s estate, even trying to freeze out his brother Dominic and anyone else who may still have been close to DiMaggio at that time. Cramer really goes into detail about how nasty Engelberg was, and how he took advantage of DiMaggio, taking possession and making great profits off his signed merchandise. I would like to say I felt bad for DiMaggio, but after going through this entire book and seeing how horribly he treated everyone, I think this is exactly what he deserved.
The book has a very breezy style to it, with Cramer calling drinks “belts“. Especially in the baseball parts, Cramer writes a lot about what the baseball writers thought about DiMaggio. At times I thought this was a little bit much, and sort of wondered if he was suffering from a writers bias himself. And then towards the end, with the memorabilia issues and Engleberg trying to take over, it resembled more of a soap opera. At the same time, if that is what DiMaggio‘s life ended up being, then Cramer is doing his job by depicting it accurately. I came away from the book sad that DiMaggio, despite all the greatness that he achieved, never seem to be happy, and never seem to be settled. He was restless, lonely, and frequently angry. He was also extremely greedy.
If you like baseball, New York Yankee history, or just want an interesting story to read about, then I recommend this book. If you were looking up for an uplifting story, this one probably is not going to be it. Then again, maybe I need to stop thinking that baseball biographies might have happy endings.
Grade: B-