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On Boxing (2006)

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I am really pissed off, because I spent a long time writing a whole long review of this book but then this fucking website just spontaneously erased it.But whatever. It wasn't a great review by any means. I'll just write another, similarly mediocre one.Being as I'm a lady boxing enthusiast who likes to read books, for years I've been vaguely embarrassed about not having ever got around to this. Now I finally have, and I'm not sure how to rate it -- there was stuff I really liked in here, but by the end the essays had become so redundant and uninteresting that I felt my patience and good graces had been tried. Also, while I really enjoyed the On Boxing essay (and the Tyson piece, though in some senses it hasn't aged well and has become much more a historical artifact than an essay in its own right... not that there's anything wrong with that), I did feel it was a bit overwrought and repetitive. Joyce Carol Oates is no Joan Didion; she is not cool, she is not measured, and she doesn't care to be, but personally that might be more my preference (not that it's fair to bring up Joan Didion, but boxing kind of seems like something she'd write about, though to my knowledge she hasn't).In some respects, I think Oates did nail some very crucial aspects of boxing, but in other ways I think she might be too hung up on its bloody core to the detriment of recognizing other aspects of the sport. Part of this I guess is because she's writing purely as a spectator and not as someone who has ever tried to box herself, and so I think the impulse that makes people want to do it remains very alien -- and thus, glamorized, exoticized, and covered in gore -- to her. I myself am training to box, and though I haven't had any fights yet, I hope to at some point. Yet I'm not black, male, or from the inner city, and while I can relate to some of what Oates says about boxing, I think she leaves out a lot of stuff that is there and is part of the allure of the sport for people. Of course, I'm never going to be heavyweight champion of the world, or even anywhere near the professional level, so she's not really talking about me and it doesn't matter if she ignores things that are relevant to my experience... Still, though. I think she just sees certain parts of boxing, and to me those parts started to make the whole thing sound a little histrionic or at least myopic at times.All this is not to say though that there wasn't some great stuff in here, because there totally was. Early on, she denies that she can conceive of boxing as a metaphor for anything else, though she concedes that other things -- such as life -- might be a metaphor for boxing: "Life is like boxing in many unsettling respects. But boxing is only like boxing" (p. 4). That's great. I mean, it's great! Also great, the closing lines of her Tyson essay: "This is not all that boxing is, but it is boxing's secret premise: life is hard in the ring, but, there, you only get what you deserve" (p. 180). There is plenty of other great stuff in here, really, and if you like boxing you would like it, though if you don't, you probably wouldn't... Aw man, I don't know... now that I'm flipping through, I gotta say, I did like this book. She has gathered some wonderful quotations and she really writes about her subject with a profound enthusiasm and knowledge that is a lot of fun to read. Plus, it is so rad that she is a chick and a boxing fan!Still, putting in all these very redundant essays that actually repeat some of the exact same material seemed very lazy, and many of her points were really not strong or interesting enough to withstand that kind of repetition. In short, this guy wrote much better review of this book than I have, and basically I just agree with everything he said.Still don't know how to rate this, though I'm REALLY PROUD OF MYSELF for writing this whole review without using one SINGLE boxing metaphor! Amazing. Kind of a miracle, really.

"spectators at public games derive much of their pleasure from reliving the communal emotions of childhood but spectators at boxing matches relive the murderous infancy of the race."-19"The artist senses some kinship, however oblique and one sided, with the professional boxer in this matter of training. This fantastic subordination of self in terms of a wished for destiny...That which is public is but the final stage in a protracted arduous, grueling and frequently despairing period of preparation.--p.26" To be brute, primitive, instinctive and therefore innocent. One might then be a person for whom the contest is not mere self-destructive play but life itself; and the world, not in spectacular and irrevocable decline, but new, fresh, vital, terrifying and exhilarating by turns, a place of wonders. It is the lost ancestral self that is sought, however futilely. Like those dream-remnants of childhood that year by year continue to allude us but are never abandoned..."-44"the referee is our intermediary in the fight. he is our moral conscience extracted from us as spectators so that, for the duration of the fight, "conscience" need not be a factor in our experience..."-47'[Rambo] embodies even more powerfully than Rocky America's fascination with the (male) isolato whose orientation in the world is purely physical.-58"Yet this world is conceived in anger--and in hatred, and in hunger--no less than it is conceived in love: that is one of the things that boxing is about. It is so simple a thing that it might be overlooked." --68 "Just as a boxer is his body, a man's masculinity is his use of his body." -72 Yet we don't give up on boxing, it isn't that easy. Perhaps its like tasting blood. Or, more discreetly put, love commingled with hate is more power than love. Or hate."-105(less) "Life is real and painful, and steeped in ambiguity; in the boxing ring there is either/or. Either you win, or you lose."-138 "The triumphant boxer is Stan transmogrified as Christ."-153 Thus when Biggs entered the ring, dancing, bobbing and weaving, shadow boxing, a singular graceful figure in a white satin robe to mid-thigh with built up shoulders and fancy trim, accompanied by a sinister sort of music with a jungle sounding beat, amplified but muffled, the vision was both alarming and eerily beautiful: for here was, not the champion’s opponent, but the evening’s sacrifice to the champion. -173“it is our obligation to the victim to witness, not his defeat, but the integrity with which he bears his defeat.” -174“and no way to be saved from annihilation except to succumb to it.” P.176

What do You think about On Boxing (2006)?

No voy a mentir, este ensayo tenía años ignorado en mi e-reader, pero luego de ver Southpaw sentí la urgencia de leer más sobre el tema. Intuía que en la película había algo muy disrruptivo sobre el ritual del boxeo, tan sutil pero tan presente que hacía que fuera confundida con una trama convencional, cuando en realidad apuesta por ser todo lo contrario. Por fortuna este libro me ayudó a entender más la mística en torno al box.Aquí la escritora se avienta un ensayo que empieza brutal, renegando inmediatamente de la vocación retórico-literaria del box, para defenderlo como un acto animal, donde las proyecciones y sombras de todos los presentes y el propio peleador se materializan en esa invocación de muerte y sangre que representa cada round.El libro tiene algunas frases tan dramáticas y emotivas que bien pueden dejarte un nudo en la garganta. Aquí algunas de mis favoritas:-El boxeador se enfrenta a un contrincante que es una distorsión onírica de sí mismo en el sentido de que sus debilidades, posibilidad de error y de ser gravemente herido, sus desaciertos intelectuales, todo, puede ser interpretado como puntos fuertes pertenecientes al Otro.-El tiempo, al igual que la posibilidad de muerte, es el adversario invisible del cual los boxeadores son profundamente conscientes. Cuando un boxeador es noqueado no significa, como suele pensarse, que haya quedado sin sentido, o incluso incapacitado; significa, más poéticamente, que ha sido sacado del tiempo.-El dolor, en el contexto adecuado, es algo distinto al dolor.-La diferencia obvia entre el boxeo y la pornografía es que el boxeo, a diferencia de la pornografía, no es teatral.-El boxeo es un deporte tan refinado y al mismo tiempo tan crudo que no hay combate que pueda perderse intencionalmente con éxito.-La vida se como el boxeo en muchos e incómodos sentidos. Pero el boxeo sólo se parece al boxeo.15 de los 19 capitulos de este ensayo son brillantes, por desgracia los tres últimos de cierre desinflan el ritmo implacable que llevaba en el resto. Sin embargo es muy disfrutable, y hasta tiene valor nostálgico, ya que fue escrito entre el rush por los días de gloria de Mike Tyson y el estreno de películas sobre el tema como Raging Bull.Una joya para entender mejor ese encanto.
—York

Me he visto obligado a dar 4 estrellas a este libro porque es un gran ensayo. La autora compone una obra en la que toca todos los puntos (del boxeo profesional americano) desde dos ópticas: entrando de lleno como aficionada acérrima a este deporte y por momentos elevándose hasta captar el resto de la fotografía, lo que ven los detractores. No intenta convencer a nadie, sólo habla de lo que sabe (y evidentemente sabe mucho). Es un libro que puede gustar a todo el mundo en mayor o menor grado a pesar del abuso de datos históricos y estadísticos. Sin embargo he echado en falta muchas cosas: Está escrito a finales de los ochenta y se centra en el boxeo profesional americano, y eso me parece insuficiente para hacer un retrato global de este deporte. No habla del boxeo amateur salvo de pasada, ignorando escuelas como la cubana, tan influyentes en la evolución técnica del deporte (y la absoluta importancia de esta modalidad para los regímenes en otro tiempo comunistas). No habla del boxeo europeo (salvo comentarios sobre boxeadores ingleses), ni del latinoamericano más que para nombrar a boxeadores ineludibles como ''Mano de Piedra''Durán.Establece sus prioridades en calidad pugilística sin hacer un leve esbozo siquiera de porqué prefiere un tipo de boxeadores a otros. Aunque menciona los dos combates más importantes de la historia, que no los mejores a pesar de la manera en que nos los han vendido (Alí-Foreman y Johnson-Jeffries), no explica ni de lejos la importancia social de los mismos en el terreno de la lucha por los derechos civiles y contra el racismo.Aunque habla del cambio de normativas en favor de la protección física de los púgiles, no llega a imaginarse el punto en que el boxeo actual contradice dos de sus premisas iniciales sobre el la evolución física en función de la edad y la facilidad, cada vez mayor, de cambiar de peso de los boxeadores hoy en día (mérito de las ciencia deportiva general).Volviendo al inicio de mi reseña y para que quede claro, el libro me ha gustado, pero no es una obra total. Claro que la obra que a mi me habría gustado encontrarme podría haber llegado a 500 páginas en vez de quedarse en este centenar...
—David

This was an interesting read. I love Joyce Carol Oates. I love how she doesn't shy away from any topic. Lots of people kind of assume that the boxing world is owned by men, and that it shouldn't be of interest to women, especially female academics. Of course, Joyce Carol Oates is gonna punch right through that shit. She always brings a unique perspective to her subject matter. She blends psychology, sociology, history, a her classic literary and poetic insights to the conceptual dichotomies in the world around us. She is amazing. I really liked this book. The first essays talk about boxing in general, what it represents to the boxer, and some of the misconceptions. She talks about a lot of different ways in which boxers relate to the sport, and what it means to them, and what boxing IS or might be."It is an act of consummate self-determination - the constant reestablishment of the parameters of one's being. To not only accept but to actively invite what most sane creatures avoid- pain, humiliation, loss, chaos - is to experience the present moment as already, in a sense, past""For, contrary to stereotyped notions, boxing is primarily about being, and not giving, hurt."Once she has addressed the internal aspects of the sport. She delves into the history of it. It becomes a series of snapshots of racism in America, and at times, the world. I found it interesting to hear about how African American boxers oriented themselves in such hostile climates. How they basically had to choose, or were marketed toward being either black-man's boxers or white-man's boxers, and all the variance in between. Class warfare, relating to either the rich or poor, or the insiders vs the outcasts all played a role as well. The quotes from the boxers themselves were always interesting.I particularly enjoyed the story of Joe Louis vs Max Schmeling, an American vs. a Nazi in 1938. They battled twice. I loved reading about the bouts and then watching them on YouTube. Walking through the famous fights in chronological order was intriguing. Seeing how the style of boxing changed and the way the crowd changed over time was fascinating. When you see Cassius Clay (Muhammad Ali) box you realize why people found him so charismatic. Here's this huge dude, floating around with this bizarre contradictory style. It gives it more perspective seeing it in its historical context.The only negative about this book is there is a bit of overlap, since it is a collection of independently written articles. It would be great if this was a really consciously orchestrated history of boxing that gave attention to every decade equally. Overall, a great read!
—Ryan

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