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Jane Leavy, the acclaimed author of the New York Times bestseller Sandy Koufax: A Lefty's Legacy, returns with a biography of an American original—number 7, Mickey Mantle. Drawing on more than five hundred interviews with friends and family, teammates, and opponents, she delivers the definitive account of Mantle's life, mining the mythology of The Mick for the true story of a luminous and illustrious talent with an achingly damaged soul.

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Jane Leavy, the acclaimed author of the New York Times bestseller Sandy Koufax: A Lefty's Legacy, returns with a biography of an American original—number 7, Mickey Mantle. Drawing on more than five hundred interviews with friends and family, teammates, and opponents, she delivers the definitive account of Mantle's life, mining the mythology of The Mick for the true story of a luminous and illustrious talent with an achingly damaged soul.

Meticulously reported and elegantly written, The Last Boy is a baseball tapestry that weaves together episodes from the author's weekend with The Mick in Atlantic City, where she interviewed her hero in 1983, after he was banned from baseball, with reminiscences from friends and family of the boy from Commerce, Oklahoma, who would lead the Yankees to seven world championships, be voted the American League's Most Valuable Player three times, win the Triple Crown in 1956, and duel teammate Roger Maris for Babe Ruth's home run crown in the summer of 1961—the same boy who would never grow up.

As she did so memorably in her biography of Sandy Koufax, Jane Leavy transcends the hyperbole of hero worship to reveal the man behind the coast-to-coast smile, who grappled with a wrenching childhood, crippling injuries, and a genetic predisposition to alcoholism. In The Last Boy she chronicles her search to find out more about the person he was and, given what she discovers, to explain his mystifying hold on a generation of baseball fans, who were seduced by that lopsided, gap-toothed grin. It is an uncommon biography, with literary overtones: not only a portrait of an icon, but an investigation of memory itself. How long was the Tape Measure Home Run? Did Mantle swing the same way right-handed and left-handed? What really happened to his knee in the 1951 World Series? What happened to the red-haired, freckle-faced boy known back home as Mickey Charles?

"I believe in memory, not memorabilia," Leavy writes in her preface. But in The Last Boy, she discovers that what we remember of our heroes—and even what they remember of themselves—is only where the story begins.

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Editorial Reviews

From Barnes & Noble

Mickey Mantle (1931-1995) was a baseball legend determined to remain a legend. He wrote or pretended to write six baseball autobiographies, each of which presented a stylized portrait of the switch-hitting Yankee centerfielder. What remained obscured behind the imposing statistics and the diamond myth was the real Mantle himself. That absence was filled partially by a family confessional that described their collection descent into alcoholism and drug abuse, but in many ways, the mist still remained. Finally, after decades, Washington Post sportswriter and author (Sandy Koufax) has given us a vibrant biography of the man behind the pinstripes, drawing on more than 500 interviews with The Mick's family, friends, teammates, and other players. A Barnes & Noble bestseller now in paperback and two NOOK Book editions.

Keith Olbermann
…Leavy comes as close as perhaps anyone ever has to answering "What makes Mantle Mantle?" She transcends the familiarity of the subject, cuts through both the hero worship and the backlash of pedestal-wrecking…treats evenly his belated sobriety and the controversial liver transplant…and handles his infidelity with dispassion. Sophocles could have easily worked with a story like Mantle's—the prominent figure, gifted and beloved, through his own flaws wasteful, given clarity too late to avoid his fate. Leavy spares us the classical tragedy even as she avoids the morality play. The Last Boy is something new in the history of the histories of the Mick. It is hard fact, reported by someone greatly skilled at that craft, assembled into an atypical biography by someone equally skilled at doing that, and presented so that the reader and not the author draws nearly all the ­conclusions.
—The New York Times
Publishers Weekly
Bob Costas eulogized the Yankee great as "a fragile hero to whom we had an emotional attachment so strong and lasting that it defied logic." The "we" in Costas's remarks--with author Leavy (Koufax: A Lefty's Legacy) as stand-in--is as much the subject of this fascinating biography as the ballplayer himself. Mantle, who succumbed to cancer in 1995 at age 63, was justly famous for his baseball exploits, but what Costas described as Mantle's "paradoxical grip" on a certain generation of baseball fans is exactly what Leavy tackles in this book. She should know. She spent much time in her childhood in the shadow of Yankee Stadium, a tomboyish "Mickey guy" listening to the roar of the crowd from across the Grand Concourse. While a sportswriter for the Washington Post, she won a 1983 assignment to interview Mantle for his upcoming golf tournament in Atlantic City. What happened that day and night between the fading, embittered Mantle and the former fan girl trying to do her job is the drama that structures Leavy's narrative--she has never reported the truth till now, and she does so without judgment. Instead, she proceeds with steely determination to understand what brought this onetime golden boy from the zinc mines of Oklahoma to center stage at Yankee Stadium and made him into America's quintessential tragic hero, a freakily gifted athlete haunted by a deadly genetic inheritance, including alcoholism. With storytelling bravado and fresh research, Leavy weaves around her own story the milestone dates in "the Mick's" career, which as often burnishes the legend as tarnishes it. Leavy concludes that Mantle cavorted in a more innocent time, when people believed in sports heroes and would not hear otherwise. That's hardly a new idea, but no matter: by the end of this book, readers will know what made Mantle rise, fall, and survive into recovery for his last 18 months. In Leavy's hands, the life of Mantle no longer defies logic: it seems inevitable. She's hit a long home run. 8 pages of color and 8 pages of b&w photos. (Oct.)
Philadelphia Inquirer
“[The Last Boy] is a tale deftly told, rich in detail, unvarnished and unsparing, researched to a fare-thee-well, alternatively fluid and florid, and without staleness because Leavy has found a new angle from which to come at a well-worked-over subject.”
Booklist (starred review)
“A masterpiece of sports biography.”
New York Newsday
“Engrossing.… The Last Boy is a fresh, thorough examination of Mickey Mantle’s life.”
Time magazine
“Leavy shows Mantle at his unfathomable worst and unrecognized best. For even the most ardent Mantleologist, The Last Boy, is an education.”
Boston Globe
“Do not walk—sprint—to the bookstore to get a copy of The Last Boy.”
“Part biography, part memoir, and part fan’s note, The Last Boy is the most complete book ever about Mantle.”
Sports Illustrated
"A masterpiece of sports biography."
Keith Olberman
The Last Boy is something new in the history of the histories of the Mick. It is hard fact, reported by someone greatly skilled at that craft...and presented so that the reader and not the author draws nearly all the conclusions.”
Joe Torre
“Every kid growing up in New York in the ‘50s wanted to be Mickey Mantle, including me.... Jane Leavy has captured the hold he had on all of us in this gripping biography.”
Time Magazine
"Leavy shows Mantle at his unfathomable worst and unrecognized best. For even the most ardent Mantleologist, The Last Boy, is an education."
Doris Kearns Goodwin
“This is one of the best sports biographies I have ever read. Beautifully written and thoroughly researched, it reveals with stunning insight both the talents and the demons that drove Mickey Mantle, bringing him to life as never before.”
Tom Verducci
“In sharp detail and graceful style, Leavy cuts through the myth and treats us to a rarely known Mantle: more flawed, more human and more likeable. A terrific read.”
Daniel Okrent
“The only thing about this book that is better than Jane Leavy’s vivid prose is her astonishing reporting. To my knowledge, no one has ever investigated the life of an American athlete with Leavy’s rigor and thoroughness.”
David Maraniss
The Last Boy is stunning. Jane Leavy captures the beautiful, imperfect Mickey Mantle with equal measures of depth and empathy. She finds the buried answers to the riddle of what drove and haunted the Mick.”
Library Journal
Mickey Mantle was a sensitive country boy who was both blessed and cursed. Blessed with a level of natural ability and a twist of fate that made him into a baseball legend at age 21. Cursed by injuries and by the unattainable set of expectations that came with being cast in the role of America's hero. A shy person at heart, he coped with the glare of the spotlight in the traditional ways: via alcohol and sexual profligacy. Author Leavy (Sandy Koufax: A Lefty's Legacy) conducted years of research and interviewed hundreds of people. As a sports writer for the Washington Post in the 1980s, she even interviewed the man himself on several occasions. What sets Leavy's work apart from other Mantle biographies is the framework of personal memories—her own, growing up in the Bronx during Mick's heyday, interspersed with details from 20 selected days that reveal "flashpoints" from Mantle's turbulent personal life.Verdict Leavy's well-crafted portrait of this American hero evokes a range of emotion—admiration, disdain, and compassion—regarding a man who carried some mighty burdens upon his broad shoulders. Recommended for baseball fans and for the Yankee faithful. (Photos not seen.) [See Prepub Alert, LJ 12/1/09.]—Susanne Wells, P.L. of Cincinnati & Hamilton Cty.
Kirkus Reviews

Another biography of the late Yankee slugger—but this candid, compassionate portrait is worth a dugout full of the others.

Sports journalist Leavy (Sandy Koufax, 2002) produces an enduring, though certainly not endearing, portrait of The Mick. Eschewing traditional chronology, the author begins with a 1983 interview she conducted with the boozy, boorish, lecherous Mantle (he'd been retired for 15 years), an experience she spreads throughout the narrative, using portions of it to introduce each major section. She focuses on 20 significant days in Mantle's life (five of them after his playing days), beginning with his career-threatening injury in 1951 in Yankee Stadium, and ending with his death to cancer in 1995. In between are glimpses of Mantle as son, brother, husband, adulterer (he was a serial offender), father (not a good one), player, teammate and fading and feckless celebrity. Leavy is generally careful not to celebrate his athletic accomplishments excessively, though it's hard not to. His home runs were prodigious; his speed was gazelline; his capacity to endure pain was humbling. He won the Triple Crown in 1956 and entered the Hall of Fame as soon as he was eligible. The Mick, however, harbored many demons, and the author justly emphasizes them when appropriate. Often ignorant, capricious and extremely self-centered, he drank heavily, cheated on his wife and could be crude and obnoxious to fans (some of the things he wrote on souvenirs for young hero-worshippers—e.g., "You're lucky. Your mom has nice tits"—are legendary). But as Leavy points out, it was in no one's pecuniary interest to portray Mantle as anything other than the All-American Ballplayer.

The best of the Mantle biographies.

The Barnes & Noble Review

The schizophrenic quality of Mickey Mantle's life is made powerfully manifest throughout Jane Leavy's exhaustively researched, delightfully readable biography. Right from the start, Mantle's enormous athletic potential was bundled with his debilitating psychological and physical problems. Leavy not only wrestles with the maddening contradictions of the man himself but also the carefully-constructed myth of Mantle: that the Yankee slugger, by pure willpower, transcended humble beginnings and a lifetime of physical pain to become an American icon. But she keeps her eye on more than the facts of her subject's life, recognizing that fans and writers (herself included) have "invent[ed] a kinder, warmer, bigger Mick, the Mick [we] wanted him to be."

Mantle's distant father, like several Mantles, died young, leaving Mickey a sense of abandonment and a fatalistic streak. Once his ballplaying career took off, he found himself saddled with excruciating pain from multiple on-the-field injuries. Despite these physical and psychological problems, his wounds were largely cloaked -- the press and public celebrated Mantle as a shimmering example of American manhood. As Yankee wife Lucille McDougald tells Leavy, "Who wouldn't hop into bed with him?" Married with children, Mantle loved the nightlife, drinking and chasing beautiful women (or in Mantle's case, being chased). Much like his battle-scarred knees, his liver and his marriage almost collapsed under the exertion.

Leavy interviewed everyone close to Mantle. The slugger's hyper-forgiving wife, Meryl, tells Leavy that "[h]e thought no one ever loved him." The Last Boy's most telling revelation may be in Mantle's sexual abuse as a boy, a trauma which made him largely incapable of trusting others. When Leavy interviewed the retired Mantle, he was drunk and made a pass at her. She also watched Mantle telling numerous dirty jokes and off-color anecdotes. The tragedy Leavy exposes is that Mantle only confronted his present problems, and damaged childhood at the end of his life. If we like our heroes because of, not in spite of, their frailties, then Mickey Mantle may be the greatest hero of all. Leavy gives us Mick, not necessarily as fans have wanted to see him, but still glorious in all his self-destructive, splendid complexity.

--Chuck Leddy

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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9780061987786
  • Publisher: HarperCollins Publishers
  • Publication date: 10/12/2010
  • Format: eBook
  • Pages: 512
  • Sales rank: 140,327
  • File size: 5 MB

Meet the Author

Jane Leavy is an award-winning former sportswriter and feature writer for the Washington Post. She is the author of Sandy Koufax and the comic novel Squeeze Play, called “the best novel ever written about baseball” by Entertainment Weekly. She lives in Washington, D.C.

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The Last Boy

Mickey Mantle and the End of America's Childhood
By Jane Leavy

Harper Perennial

Copyright © 2011 Jane Leavy
All right reserved.

ISBN: 9780060883539

Chapter One

March 26, 1951
The Whole World Opened Up

On March 20, 1951, shortly after arriving in Los Angeles for the
beginning of their spring training tour of California, the World Champion
New York Yankees visited the lot at MGM where Betty Grable was
rehearsing dance numbers for her newest flick. A PR still, later published
in Movie Fan magazine, was taken to commemorate the occasion. There's
Yogi Berra front and center wearing a garish paisley sports shirt as bright
as his smile, with a collar as wide as his ears and Grable on his well
tailored arm. There's The Scooter, Phil Rizzuto, the unlikely MVP of the
1950 season, and his double-play partner, second baseman Jerry Coleman;
Johnny Hopp, Johnny Mize, and big Joe Collins offering Grable his
right arm.
In the back row, like a schoolboy who'd wandered into the wrong class
picture, stands the rookie Mickey Mantle, his features as unformed as his
future. He gazes over Grable's shoulder, his blond hair smartly parted,
cowlick neatly slicked, necktie tautly knotted.
Mantle and his roommate, Bob Wiesler, were the only rookies in the
bunch, both movie buffs. They couldn't understand why more of the
veteran players hadn't jumped at the chance to go to Hollywood. They
met Esther Williams, Red Skelton, Howard Keel, and the guy who later
played Miss Kitty's bartender on Gunsmoke. They saw Debbie Reynolds
hurrying down the hall carrying two fur coats and called out, "Hiya,
Deb!" Mantle wrote home to his Oklahoma sweetheart about the starlets
who returned his hello. "Wasn't any as pretty as you."
It was a big time for Mickey Mantle. His childhood friend from Commerce,
Nick Ferguson, who had migrated west after high school, drove up
from San Diego in his old '42 Plymouth to show him the California coast.
Ferguson wanted his Okie buddy to see the Pacific. They went straight
out Wilshire Boulevard to the Santa Monica Pier. It was Mantle's first
opportunity to feel the surf and sand between his toes. But he did neither.
Baseball was the only thing on his horizon. All he cared about was getting
to the ballpark on time.
Del Webb, the Yankees' entrepreneurial co-owner, had contrived that
spring to switch training camps with the New York Giants. Webb was a
Phoenix real estate developer, ahead of his time in grasping the westward
rush of postwar America. Sporting News reported that he was considering
selling his stake in the Yankees to his partner Dan Topping as part of a
plan to extend major league baseball beyond the Mississippi.
Bringing the Yankees to train in Phoenix allowed him to play the big
shot in his hometown. Then he sent them barnstorming up and down
the California coast in order to showcase Joe DiMaggio in the Clipper's
home state and whet the appetite for big league ball. The schedule called
for thirteen games in California, mostly against Class AAA Pacific Coast
League teams, with stops at Glendale, manager Casey Stengel's hometown;
in Oakland, where Stengel had managed the Oaks before being
promoted to the Yankees' job; at Seals Stadium in San Francisco, where
DiMaggio had made his name; and finally at the University of Southern
California against the Trojans, better known for their gridiron exploits.
That spring was the last time the Yankees would train anywhere other
than Florida.
It also marked the opening act of one of baseball's—or Broadway's—
greatest hits, an SRO psychodrama with a very long run.
Stengel had seen Mantle for the first time a year earlier at a pre–spring
training camp held in Phoenix for the top prospects in the Yankees system.
The kid, just eighteen, had missed the team bus to the practice field.
He was standing with a teammate, Cal Neeman, neither of them knowing
what to do, when a taxi pulled up. "Well, hop in, boys," Stengel said,
"we'll go to the park."
Neeman recalled, "And we're ridin' along, and he wants to know who's
in the car. Well, we really didn't want to tell him. I give him my name. He
come to Mickey and says, 'Who are you?' And he says, 'I'm Mickey.' And
he says, 'Oh, you're that kid that's all mixed up. You're not supposed to be
able to run like that and hit the ball so far.' "
Mantle was all but invisible until the coaches said, "Take your
marks . . ." Hank Workman, a prospective first baseman, recalled, "They
were timing guys from home to first. Nobody noticed Mantle up to that.
He was very quiet and extremely shy. He would pull his cap down so far
over his brow that you could hardly see his face. Then he ran. And I swear
he was going so fast you could still see the tufts of dust in the air from his
footprints a couple of feet back from where he was."
Bunny Mick, one of Stengel's lieutenants, timed him from the left-
handed batter's box to first base in 3.1 seconds, a new land-speed record.
Workman also recalled Mantle's debut in intrasquad games: "The first
time Mantle came up, he hit one a mile outta that ballpark. About three
innings later he comes up again. The pitcher's changed, and he hits one a
mile out the other way. And all he does after is, he trots out to shortstop
in his non-ostentatious way with his hat pulled way down."
The camp was shut down when Commissioner Happy Chandler got
wind of the big league instructors getting a head start on spring training.
But Stengel had seen enough to see the future. "Mantle's at shortstop
taking ground balls, throwing 'em by the first baseman—and outta the
dugout comes Stengel," Workman remembered. "He's got a fungo bat in
his hand, and he runs right at Mantle. He starts waving this bat at him,
and he shoos him out into the outfield, and turns around and loudly
announces to all the coaches and everybody that's assembled that this guy
is gonna be a center fielder. 'I'm gonna teach him how to play center field
myself, and I don't wanna see him at shortstop again.' "
But that's where he played for the 1950 Joplin Miners. His .383 batting
average deflected attention from his 55 errors and he was named the

Most Valuable Player of the Western League. In January 1951, The Sporting
News hailed him as a "Jewel from Mine Country."
"Nineteen-year-old Mickey Mantle, dubbed by some big time scouts
as the No. 1 prospect in the nation, will be off for Phoenix in a few weeks
to display the talents that won him such raves from veteran talent hunters,"
baseball writer Paul Stubblefield declared. And in a special box, The
Sporting News announced the engagement of the Yankees' big catch—
who "didn't cost a nickel"—to Miss Merlyn Louise Johnson of Picher,
The groom to be was a no show when rookies reported to spring training
camp two weeks later. A reporter and photographer from the Miami
Daily News-Record found Mantle at the Eagle-Picher motor pool and
delivered a message from Yankee farm director Lee MacPhail: "Where are
Helping out the pump crew, came the reply, for $33 a week.
The Yankees hadn't sent him a train ticket, and Mantle wasn't a bonus baby like
Skowron ($25,000) and Kal Segrist ($50,000). His half brother, Ted
Davis, used his Army discharge money to pay for Miss Johnson's engagement
ring. The photographer snapped a picture of the overall clad prospect
with the smudged grin leaning against a mining company truck. The
next day, Tom Greenwade, who would forever be known as the scout who
signed Mickey Mantle, showed up with his fare.
By the time Mantle got off the train in Phoenix, the Yankees' most
heralded rookies—Bob Wiesler, Moose Skowron, Gil McDougald, Andy
Carey, and Bob Cerv—were working on their baseball tans. They never
forgot those early tastes and smells of the big time. For Al Pilarcik, an
outfielder from Ohio, it was the scent of orange blossoms from the trees
outside the team's motel. For Wiesler, it was the standing rib roast that
circulated through the dining room on a rolling cart. Every night, waiters
would lift the platter's heavy silver-plated hood and the kids would help
themselves to a juicy slab of promise.
The early reports on Mantle were measured in tone. He was being
groomed, considered, studied. Neither he nor his employers expected him
to play in the big leagues in 1951. Never had anyone in the Yankee system
made the leap from Class C to the majors after only two years in professional
baseball. And Jackie Jensen, the California golden boy, was also
waiting in the wings for DiMaggio to exit stage right.
But Stengel was watching, keeping a close eye on his new kid. "We'd
go down through the lobby, Casey would always be sittin' there," Nick
Ferguson said. "And he never said anything, but he was eyeballin' me like
he knew I wasn't a player, and what was I doin' there with Mickey?"
Spring is a season of profusion, especially for baseball writers, the
inevitable consequence of sending grown men to Florida and Arizona
with empty notebooks, a per diem—and no wives. Red Smith rued the
day he received a wire from Stanley Woodward, his editor at the New
York Herald Tribune, ordering him to quit "godding up those ballplayers."
Nonetheless, in the spring of 1951, Mickey Mantle was elevated and
In the thin Arizona air, his home runs soared and florid prose burst
forth from fallow typewriters like desert wildflowers. Just a week after
Mantle arrived in camp, Ben Epstein, the effusive beat writer for the New
York Daily Mirror, wrote, "Thank the fates for Arizona's ambrosial air. It's
practically necessary to fuel one's lungs with the stuff if you want to stay
in fashion and carry on about Mickey Mantle. Latest estimates hoisted
the Yankee oakie doakie as the eventual successor to Joe DiMaggio."
Bad weather during the first days of camp—snow, even—forced the
players indoors. Indolent scribes still had to churn out copy. Encomiums
lit up the Western Union wires: "Rookie of the Eons,"
"Magnificent Mantle," "Mighty Mickey," "Young Lochinvar," "Commerce Comet,"
"Oklahoma Kid," "Colossal Kid," "Wonder Boy," "One-Man Platoon," "The
Future of Baseball."
Pete Sheehy, the clubhouse man and guardian of Yankee succession,
assigned the lockers and the uniform numbers—the Yankees were the first
team to do that. Sheehy had gone to work for the club when he was fifteen,
summoned to his calling while waiting for the Stadium gates to open one
day in 1927—and stayed until his death fifty-nine years later. The Yankee
locker room is named after him. He was the institutional memory of
the club, who divulged nothing. He fetched hot dogs and bicarb for The
Babe and joe for Joe D.; he informed a historically challenged rookie that
George Herman Ruth's number 3 was not available, nor was Henry Louis
Gehrig's 4. As for 5, everyone knew 5 was still working on immortality.
Sheehy gave Mantle 6. "The law of mathematical progression," the Yankees'
public relations man Red Patterson called it.
Veterans reported on March 1. Archie Wilson, an outfielder
returning from military service, arrived to find both beds in his
assigned room taken. Archie's widow, Sybil Wilson, recalled that as her
husband put his things down on a roll-away, Mantle rose from his bed
and said, "You're not going to sleep on the cot." He would take it—
Wilson was an Army vet and his senior.
On March 2, Stengel announced that he was moving Mantle to the
outfield. The next day, DiMaggio announced that the 1951 season would
be his last. His throwing shoulder was sore, his left knee was swollen, and
his pride was smarting. All those questions didn't help, either. Louella
Parsons, the dominatrix of Hollywood gossip, wanted to know about a
possible reconciliation with his estranged wife, Dorothy. The baseball
writers wanted the dope on the new kid. So DiMaggio threw them all
a curve.
His retirement was on the horizon, but the Yankees had no idea an
announcement was coming that day. "What am I supposed to do, get a
gun and make him play?" Stengel groused. Overnight, Mantle went from
a good story to the story. "When they'd go into the hotel lobbies, all the
newspaper people would flock to Mickey," Sybil Wilson recalled. "He
would get down behind Archie and squat down so they wouldn't see him.
He was so scared of them."
Tommy Henrich, Old Reliable, was assigned the task of turning him
into an outfielder, teaching him how to gauge the angle of the ball off the
bat; how to position his body to catch the ball on his back foot and get rid
of it in one smooth motion; how to react to a drive hit straight at him. His
arm was plenty strong—legend had it that minor league ballparks refused
to sell tickets behind first base when Mantle was patrolling the infield or
put chicken wire up to protect the spectators. Delbert Lovelace, a friend
from sandlot ball back home, was on the receiving end of more than one
errant heave: "One time he let the ball loose, and it looked like surely that
ball was goin' to drop into the dirt, and I put my glove down, and it hit
me on the wrist above my glove."
The seams of the baseball were engraved in his flesh.


Excerpted from The Last Boy by Jane Leavy Copyright © 2011 by Jane Leavy. Excerpted by permission of Harper Perennial. All rights reserved. No part of this excerpt may be reproduced or reprinted without permission in writing from the publisher.
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Table of Contents

Preface: My Weekend with The Mick

PART ONE Innocence Lost, Atlantic City, April 1983

1 March 26, 1951: The Whole World Opened Up 7

2 October 5, 1951: When Fates Converge 20

3 October 23, 1951: Undermined 38

4 May 27, 1949: Patrimony 49

5 May 20, 1952: In the Ground 71

6 April 17, 1953: One Big Day 83

7 November 2, 1953: Fish Bait 103

8 September 26, 1954: No Other Time 122

PART TWO A Round with The Mick, Atlantic City, April 1983

9 May 30, 1956: A Body Remembers 149

10 May 16, 1957: Returns of the Day 163

11 August 14, 1960: Season Under Siege 186

PART THREE Nightcap, Atlantic City, April 1983

12 September 25, 1961: Dr. Feelgood 210

13 May 18, 1962: His Best Self 233

14 June 5, 1963: The Breaking Point 248

15 September 26, 1968: Last Licks 264

PART FOUR Dream On, Atlantic City, April 1983

16 June 8, 1969: Half-life of a Star 290

17 December 19, 1985: 18 Below in Fargo 306

18 February 5, 1988: Top of the Heap 327

19 Febraury 4, 1994: Getaway Day 339

PART FIVE Riding with The Mick, Atlantic City, April 1983

20 August 13, 1995: The Last Boy 362

Epilogue 385

Acknowledgments 389

Appendix 1 Interview List 395

Appendix 2 The Kinetic Mick 405

Appendix 3 Who's Better? 417

Bibliography 421

Index 439

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  • Posted June 22, 2011


    First, let me say thanks to B&N for the good book, I am enjoying it & having no problems as of yet. I really like this new "enhanced" idea. Technology marches on! Now to the other reviews... I am appalled at what I am seeing here! Are you all so stuck in your entitlement mind sets that you whine that your "free gift" isn't good enough? Welcome to the real world! You purchased the e-reader you wanted. B&N generously gives out a free book every Friday. This friday they gave out TWO. One was for the NookColor in a format only available on that device. That is not discrimination folks. It's called Business, giving a taste of the new format available to those that are able to use it. Would you call it discrimination if your auto dealership was giving a free bed liner with the purchase of a pick-up truck, but you bought a car so they wouldn't give you the bed liner?. Gee, I live more than an hour away from the nearest B&N store, it must be discrimination that makes it so I can't get my free cookie with my frappuccino! I think a little more gratitude & a whole lot less attitude is in order! God bless you B&N for being involved in the wonderful free enterprise system that makes this country strong.

    40 out of 46 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 18, 2011


    The item cannot be downloaded or viewed on my Nook which is the regular nook. Thanks for a free book I cannot use way to go Barnes & Noble.

    18 out of 66 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 17, 2010

    A must read for Mantle fans

    What a great read. It's a complex portrait of a complex man. Jane Leavy was (and still is so far as I can tell) a huge fan of the Mick, and her love for him set her on a quest to understand him and the wreck he became in later life. It's a shame that SI and The Daily News choose to excerpt the negative (more sensationalistic) portions of the book, making it seem unbalanced. Leavy's portrait in no way detracts from Mantle's accomplishments, and and she helps you realized that they were even more amazing given the physical and psychological damage that he suffered.
    It's a terrific follow-up to her Koufax book. Both show deep knowledge of baseball and remarkable literary talent.

    18 out of 20 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 19, 2011

    Useless on Nook Color

    Thanks for nothing B&N. If your going to offer something to folks, then how about you actually make sure it actually works? All I see is the book icon and when I click on it I get an internal error complaining about the wrong file type. When I try and download using Shop and searching for the author, it wants to charge me $12.99. What a joke.

    9 out of 35 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 15, 2011

    more from this reviewer

    Incredibly well-researched!

    Even life-long Mantle fans will find some new insights as well as the familiar lore. A sympathetic yet no-holds-barred biography of the greatest ball player that ever lived, and his struggles on and off the field. A must for all baseball fans... a wonderful gift for any New York Yankees fan. Do get the enhanced version if possible, the extra videos are very nice to have.

    8 out of 9 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 22, 2010

    A Very Boring book

    Mantle was one of my childhood heroes. I grew up in New York watching him play. I bought this book with the expectation that it would be truly about Mantle and his life with the Yankees--and that the author would focus on the role of Mantle and of the Yankees of the 1949-64 era. But there is in fact very little about Mantle and his experiences on the Yankees. We are treated to long boring tangents such as the search for the little boy who retrieved Mantle's tape measure home run in DC or scientific observations on his power hitting batting stance. Not much on the home run race with Maris. But excellent writing

    7 out of 17 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 18, 2011

    unable to recommend

    took awhile to download, but won't pull-up to read.

    6 out of 26 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 18, 2010

    Try - reading the book.

    I didn't know one could review a book one hasn't read. What's next - reviews of movies - before they're released?

    Once i've finished this, I'll post a review. of what I read.

    6 out of 25 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted September 12, 2011

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    This is a biography of New York Yankee Mickey Mantle. I'm not exactly sure how to review it so I will just tell you my feelings. I am an avid baseball fan - mostly the Baltimore Orioles therefore, you do hear about the dreaded Yankees. So I really expected to hear more about baseball, but what I read was basically about injures and inappropriate behavior by Mantle and his teammates. He couldn't seem gather his excellence from the field and continue it in his private life. The first few chapters were interesting, but then it just seemed to be the same over and over - play great, injury, bad behavior, repeat. I guess hearing the life of another pro player who just died, there was a great contrast - maybe Mantle was a great player who was denied his full potential by an early injury, but the injury wasn't what stopped him from being a great man.

    5 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 20, 2011


    I don't have a NC so I cannot get the Free Friday Book. This doesn't make me want to go out and buy a Nook Color, if this is the goal of offering it exclusively on NC. I spend a decent amount of money on Nook Books and look forward to my Free Friday Book. ON top of not being able to play Audible Titles on my Nook 3G/WiFi do I have this kind of discrimination to look forward to in the future? Kindle is looking Good. Sorry Jane, unfortunately you didn't get reviews pertaining to your work due to this blunder.

    5 out of 33 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2013

    worse than free

    Have had nook two yrs and give upon free friday..nothing worth free or buying ---get it together b and n

    4 out of 18 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2013

    No way to download?

    Glitch? Try again B@N

    4 out of 19 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted June 19, 2011

    Thanks for wasting my time!

    I downloaded this, which took a long time, to my color nook. When it was done I clicked the read button and all I get is the spinning loading icon! I never actually got to see the , whuich really sounds awesome, and I really was a big fan back in the day of this particular M&M boy. Any ideas as to what went wrong? Not up to the usual Barnes and Nobles standard!

    4 out of 22 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted October 28, 2010

    Reviews are for readers...

    ....and I haven't read The Last Boy but will. Booknut's one star will be averaged off to three with my 5 star rating. I loved The of my most precious possession is a ball he signed and numbered for his 356th homerun he hit in 1961. If sports commentator Keith Olbermann's review praises this work, that's what will encourage me to buy this book...not someone who doesn't want to learn the truth about a flawed human being who nevertheless is an American Hero.

    4 out of 18 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 14, 2013


    Since when does a free book cost $12

    3 out of 8 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 10, 2010

    The Defacing of a Nation

    Our great nation has certainly had its share of heroes and idols who helped to make it into what it is today. George Washington, Thomas Jefferson, Abraham Lincoln, John F Kennedy, Martin Luther King, Babe Ruth, Elvis, Mohammad Ali, Marilyn Monroe and Tiger Woods to name just a few. The name of Mickey Mantle definitely belongs in that group.

    America needs heroes. Heroes inspire us and give us hope. Heroes make us feel good about our country and about ourselves. Why then, do authors continue to deface our heroes by looking for and proudly proclaiming their weaknesses for all to see. almost as a form of public shame and humiliation? We're all human. We all have weaknesses. Nobody's perfect. not even our heroes.

    These heroes were all great because they excelled in their respective fields and established an inspiring personal connection with an entire nation. Yet, over the years, we've learned that each of them had their own shortcomings, as we all do in our personal lives. Their personal shortcomings did not diminish their great accomplishments. Learning of those shortcomings has not reversed the course of history that these people set. These great people were, still are, and will always be, true American heroes.

    Jane Leavy's recent book "The Last Boy" attempts to deface one of America's most popular sports icons, Mickey Mantle. The focus of the book is on Mickey's alcoholism and its negative side effects on his life, fans, friends, family and marriage. The stories came from people's memories of events that allegedly happened between 20 and 60+ years ago. Are the memories correct? Are the stories true? Due to the imperfect nature of human memory, I seriously doubt that all the stories are accurate. And, due to the nature of human ego, some stories were probably even exaggerated.

    Despite what Leavy writes, Mickey did not become an alcoholic until some years after he retired from baseball in 1969. Alcoholism controlled his life from then until 1994 when he came to the stark realization that his way of life was unacceptable and needed to change. That's when he voluntarily entered the Betty Ford Clinic. When he stepped out of that clinic in May of 1994, he was a new man. A man who now understood his importance to baseball fans. A man who now understood is place in baseball. A man who now had a new appreciation for life. A man who was finally at peace with himself and his past. He was truly happy for the first time in his life. Somehow, that very important period, from his release from the Betty Ford clinic until he became sick with cancer (maybe the most important period of Mickey's life), was left out of Leavy's book. Such omission makes it clear that her purpose was to exploit the darkness within the man and not the goodness within him.

    In the end, Mickey's life positively influenced a thousand times more lives than it may have negatively influenced. Isn't that the true measure of a person's life? Why then, are there those who continue to seek to diminish, deface and disrespect our American heroes? If it makes those authors feel more important and powerful or gives them financial gain, then so be it. It's a free country and a great country made great by the heroes they so eloquently dismantle with their well spun words. But, in my opinion, defacing these heroes is the same as defacing America.

    3 out of 18 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 25, 2013

    Take a pass

    Author is more interested in telling her own story... using The Mick as a vehicle for an autobiography... read only if you care at which AC hotel the author's mother lost her viginity!!

    2 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 19, 2013

    A deeper glimpse into The Mick

    A great read that delves deeper than just the stats of The Mick. Jane Levy takes monumental moments from Mantle's career and tells how it shaped the man. Not your typical year by year book focusing only on the outstanding statistical achievements of Mantle's career, but a boom that focuses in the flaud activity of Mantle off the field. A book that goes into what could have been if Mantle had taken better care of himself. It is still amazing what Mantle achieved while battling his many demons.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted August 5, 2011

    What a tragic tale

    Good reading! Becoming a baseball fan shortly after he retired, I learned much about Mickey, not all flattering. It helped that I was able to recognize so many names and places in the book.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted July 12, 2011

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    Great read; well researched and well written.

    This is a great biography of the Mick. You want to know what he was really like, what he went through in his life, the real Mick? Then read this book. Too many of the other biographies of this great baseball player make him seem like some kind of god. It turns out, despite the denials in the last days of his life, that he truly was a hero, though a flawed hero at that, but aren't we all? The libraries are full of biographies of baseball gods, but it is much easier to be a god, than a hero, and few books illustrate that better than "The Last Boy."

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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