1 There’s a funny part about a later essay in which Norman Mailer self-deprecatingly (or maybe closer to self-loathingly) talks about not knowing nearly as much about boxing as his reputation would have you believe. I am sure it’s more in the middle. Here, we ostensibly are getting an essay about boxing, but more so about boxing writing. Something about sports writing often elevates the sports to places that otherwise watching an event just can’t match. So having Mailer write more about the act of […]
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