No writer, not
even Shakespeare, do I so look forward to rereading. I love that Liebling was an
alchemist who made literature out of journalism without resorting to
pretentiousness (something Mailer and Capote could never do). His prose is better
than Twain’s best (the middle parts of Life
on the Mississippi). He is the wittiest of American writers, funnier than
his fellow New Yorker staffers Thurber,
Benchley and Perelman. I love that Philip Hamburger remembered Liebling
laughing as he typed. He wrote quickly, eschewed “inspiration,” never posed as
an aesthete and was proud of his prolificacy. He is still best known for his
least interesting work, his writings on the press. Even his weaker books – The Second City, The Honest Rainmaker – are worth rereading. I love that he loved
life, was loyal to the memory of his first wife and proud of his third, Jean
Stafford. I admire him for giving up fiction and acknowledging his true gift,
which, in his final years, resulted in his best books: The Sweet Science (1956), Normandy
Revisited (1958), The Earl of
Louisiana (1961) and Between Meals:
An Appetite for Paris (1962). In a footnote to The Honest Rainmaker, Liebling formulated the only writer’s credo I
could ever endorse: “The way to write is well, and how is your own business.
Nothing else on the subject makes sense.”
Liebling was
born on this day, Oct. 18, in 1904, and died Dec. 28, 1963 at the ridiculously young
age of fifty-nine.
I adore Leibling, and love introducing him to others, especially with The Sweet Science, which many resist because it's a "sports book." Then they find out it's about boxing...and everything else in the world. Joyce Carol Oates never revealed her true status more fatally than she did when she disdained AJL.
ReplyDeleteWhat's priceless in him is his voice - confiding and conversational, but not in the least afraid to be learned or erudite, and always witty and humane, no mater what he's talking about. Who shares that? Chesterton, Mencken, Orwell (without much humor), Thurber (at a lower level). These people have always been models for me of what prose at its best can do - bring delight.