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“Boxers are liars,” he said.
“Boxers are liars,” he said.


Torres believes that boxing is “not really a contest of physical ability.” He elaborated his ideas in a subsequent meeting: “I felt it was a contest always of character and intelligence. And I always felt what made a champion and an ordinary fighter was that, the character, the will to win, more than the physicality. Because when you are up there, among the best, the physicality is the same.” Torres takes evident pleasure in explaining why Ali was not the greatest boxer, but was a genius in the ring. Doing so affords him the opportunity to recall fond memories of Ali and legendary trainer [[w:Cus D’Amato|Cus D’Amato]] while also illustrating his point about boxers being liars. In his book on Ali,
. . .
he starts the story with D’Amato, the guide to three world champions: Floyd
Patterson, Torres himself, and Mike Tyson.“@Ali# is not a good fighter, so says
D’Amato, much less a great fighter. But he is champion of the world.Which,
believing Cus, and I do, makes Ali a genius....” He continues, in virtually the
same words he spoke to me decades after the 1971 book appeared:
<blockqoute>Ali is not a great fighter in the conventional sense that Sugar Ray
Robinson, Willie Pep and Joe Louis were. Each of these fighters
knew every punch and every move and added some tricks to the
book, that unwritten book whose teachings are passed on from
gym to gym and are the nearest thing we have to our own culture.... We have a man who does not have the physical greatness of the greatest men of other times, yet no professional has been
able to beat him.... The explanation is simple. Muhammad Ali
is a genius.... Don’t watch Ali’s gloves, arms or legs when he’s
fighting. Watch his brains.</blockquote>


Other writers have made similar claims in connection with other fighters.
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Jack Dempsey’s “overwhelming power made many people overlook the calculation that went into every punch he threw,” Roger Kahn writes in A Flame of Pure Fire.“In that regard, he was a thinking, even intellectual boxer.” In the
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first volume of A Man without Qualities, published not long after Dempsey’s reign as heavyweight champion ended, novelist Robert Musil prefigured Torres and D’Amato with observations like this one: “the tricks and
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dodges used by an inventive mind in going through the logical operations of
a mathematical problem are really not very different from the ring-craft displayed by a well-trained body.” A. J. Liebling, who composed numerous entertainingly digressive, erudite articles on boxing for The New Yorker in the
1950s and early 1960s, distinguishes between “the ruffian approach” and that
of “the reasoner inside the ring.”
 
Part of boxers’ “culture,” in the view of Torres and his fellow thinkers, is
the ability to lie successfully. As Jeremy Campbell notes in his so-called history of falseness, A Liar’s Tale,“when winning is the important factor, deceitfulness is a kind of ethic....” From a technical standpoint, Ali did plenty
“wrong,” but excelled nonetheless because of his cleverness, his ability to con
his opponents. He perfected the liar’s ethic.
 
Of course, eventually Ali did meet opponents who could beat him, but
even then his genius was evident. Sting Like a Bee ends with Ali’s first
bout with Joe Frazier, which Ali lost. Frazier’s trainer, Eddie Futch, told Ali’s
biographer, Thomas Hauser, that Ali still successfully tricked his fighter
during the bout: “Joe should have knocked him out in the eleventh round,
but Ali conned him out of it. We teased Joe about that later, because he
didn’t realize at the time that he was being conned. Ali was in trouble.
He got hit with a left hook, and was hurt very badly, and he exaggerated the
fact that he was hurt like he was clowning. He gave Joe exaggerated moves,
and Joe walked casually to Ali all the way across the ring. We call that ‘The
Long March.’ It gave Ali extra time and kept Joe from scoring a knockout.
By exaggerating, Ali made Joe think that he was fooling. He conned him
good.”
Ali did eventually regain the championship, and he did so by again digging into his bag of tricks. He prevailed over George Foreman by fighting a
very different fight than most expected. Rather than dancing around the
ring, using his speed to outmaneuver the famously hard-hitting Foremen, Ali
positioned himself on the ropes, allowing Forman to tire himself out throwing punches. While the “rope-a-dope” might not have been a good practice if concern for long-term health had been a primary concern, it was a successful tactic that morning in Zaire. Looking back on “Rumble in the Jungle,” Foreman conceded that Ali had him fooled.
 
The sport, as Ali so skillfully showed, shares elements with confidence
games. In The Big Con: The Story of the Confidence Man, David Mauer
observes that such deceptions are not as simple as unscrupulous exploitation of the naïve. Con men prey not on the gullible and good but on the
devious. A mark must have more than money ready for the taking. As Mauer
puts it, “he must also have what grifters term ‘larceny in his veins’—in other
words, he must want something for nothing, or be willing to participate in
an unscrupulous deal.” The delicious irony of this is that con men are themselves susceptible to swindles. They have the very trait, the “thieves’ blood,”
that they try to exploit in others.
 
Confidence games would not be so compelling if they were as simple as
taking candy from a baby. Cons, whether big or small, take some ingenuity;
otherwise they would be mere thievery. Con men and their targets navigate
a world in which not everyone is honest and not everything is as it appears.
Thus, confidence games have provided artists such as Herman Melville and
David Mamet with material because they entail questions of practical epistemology: Who can you trust? How do you know your information is reliable? And how can you use it to your advantage?
 
The same is true with boxing at its best, at least according to one way of
looking at it. Boxing is much more than two brutes beating up on each other.
It is also more complicated than one fighter tricking an unprepared dupe:
mismatches may be a part of the game, but they are boring.When the fighters are well matched physically and also shrewd strategists, with each seeking to exploit the other’s desire to find an opening, an advantage, a
weakness—then the sport rises to the level of art.
 
An art with very real consequences. As Mauer observes, a confidence man
“cannot fool his associates for long. Either he takes off the scores or he
doesn’t, and he stands or falls in his profession by the record he makes for
himself.” The importance of cunning in boxing doesn’t lessen the very real
physical perils. Boxing is not professional wrestling; the violence is real. The
sport’s mental aspect, which Torres so prizes, comes into play when physical abilities are comparable. Ali, the “Louisville Lip,” was able to back up his
bluster, even if he did so with an unorthodox style.
 
The idea that boxers, individuals who choose to engage in a braindamaging game, are smart might strike the uninitiated as peculiar if not
ridiculous. Indeed, the strangeness of associating fighters with intelligence
cause some to doubt that Torres actually wrote his books ~he also published
a biography of Tyson!. A rumor suggested that Mailer actually wrote Torres’s
portions of the Ali book. Jonathan Rendell, in his brilliantly titled This
Bloody Mary Is the Last Thing I Own, recounts hearing a version of it.“Mailer
wrote it for him,” the man on the next barstool explained to Rendell. “That
was the deal they had. Torres taught Mailer how to box and Mailer wrote
Sting Like a Bee for him. Ain’t that something?” Mailer and Torres were
friends, and Mailer admitted to providing editorial aid to the fighter, who did
give the novelist some boxing pointers. Still, Mailer insists that the book is
genuine and not another instance of a boxer’s con game. For he did share his
friend’s views about pugilistic trickery. In his 1975 account of the AliForeman fight, Mailer explicitly invokes the D’Amato-Torres philosophy, a
key component of which is that a skilled boxer can block or evade any punch
they can see coming. “Champions were great liars,” Mailer explains in The
Fight. “They had to be. Once you knew what they thought, you could hit
them. So their personalities became masterpieces of concealment.”
 
However, Mailer elsewhere expresses the other widely held view of boxing, the one in which fighters are heroic warriors, which is precisely how
Mailer imagined writers, or at least himself. Although the solitary writer
slouching at a desk seems worlds apart from a well-conditioned fighter confronting an opponent in a ring, Mailer saw them as very similar. In The
Spooky Art, he insists the demands writing makes on a novelist, including
physical ones, are much like those a fighter confronts:
 
 
<blockqoute>Only a writer can know how much damage writing a novel can
do to you. It’s an unnatural activity to sit at a desk and squeeze
words out of yourself. Various kinds of poisons—essences of
fatigue—get secreted through your system. As you age it grows
worse. I believe that is one of the reasons I’ve been so interested
in prizefighters. I think often of the aging boxer who has to get
into shape for one more fight and knows the punishment it will
wreak on his body.... Even if he wins the fight—even if he wins
it well—he is not going to get a new purchase on life out of a
dazzling success, not in the way he did as a young fighter. That’s also true of my profession. Often, you have to make grave decisions: Am I going to attempt this difficult venture or not?</blockquote>
 
Put another way, writing is hard, just as boxing, more obviously, is hard. In
this comparison of fighters and writers, Mailer does not invoke cunning and
craftiness. Instead, he stresses earnest exertion.
 
Mailer goes even further in his search for commonality, arguing that boxers and writers are similar not only in the rigors they put themselves through
but also in their willingness to hurt others:
<blockqoute>Just as a fighter has to feel that he possesses the right to do physical damage to another man, so a writer has to be ready to take
chances with his readers’ lives. If you’re trying for something at
all interesting or difficult, then you cannot predict what the
results of your work will be. If it’s close enough to the root, people can be physically injured reading you. Full of heart, he was
also heartless—a splendid oxymoron. That can be the epitaph
for many a good novelist.</blockquote>
 
Mailer’s “splendid oxymoron” clearly applies to many a good boxer. However, he almost certainly exaggerates both the challenges a novelist faces and
the effect he or she can have on a reader. Yet he clearly liked the idea of having a fighter’s heartless heart—his will, determination, drive and
competitiveness—beating in his chest. For him, boxing serves as a handy
metaphor for what he imagined was his risky, intensely masculine style of
writing.
 
Like Mailer, another friend of Torres also gave expression to both conceptions of the sport without achieving a synthesis of them. When the
boxing-as-trickery notion was useful, journalist Jack Newfield used it. When
he wanted to point to a model of certain virtues, boxing again offered
handy examples. Newfield believed the deceitful personalities involved in
boxing provide a reason for writers’ unflagging interest in the sport. “As in
the record business and horse racing, almost everyone in boxing seems like
a character,” he writes in Only in America: The Life and Crimes of Don King.
“That’s why writers and filmmakers are drawn to it. Almost everyone in
boxing is a colorful story teller with a touch of lunacy or larceny.” It is certainly true that he chose to focus on one of boxing’s colorful characters in King. A former numbers runner who killed two men, King became fabulously wealthy by using the rhetoric of racial solidarity to sign black boxers to his promotional company and then exploit them mercilessly,according to Newfield’s account. Newfield finds conniving and cunning not
only on the business side of the sport, but in the fights themselves. He discusses the Ali-Foreman bout in terms very similar to Mailer’s, writing: “Boxing is based on deceit. Fighters are taught to lie—to conceal fatigue, mask
pain, disguise intent with a feint, deny an injury, look one way and punch
another.” As the fights with Frazier and Foreman illustrate, the trickery
extends beyond concealing intentions in order to avoid being hit; for Ali, it
also meant baffling expectations.
 
Newfield changes tack when relating his own work to that of boxers, who
then become paragons. For instance, in Somebody’s Gotta Tell It, the story of
his life as a newspaperman, Newfield, following Mailer’s example, finds
fighters worth emulating, but at the keyboard rather than the gym. Boxers’
bravery and relentlessness ought to characterize a dogged journalist as well.
He promotes what he calls the “Joe Frazier method” of journalism: “keep
coming forward. Don’t get discouraged. Be relentless. Don’t stop moving
your hands. Break the others guy’s will.”
One of Newfield’s intellectual heroes writes about boxing as though it
reflects the process of finding or creating meaning in an absurd world.
Albert Camus describes boxers as “gods with cauliflower ears,” giving some
indication of the respect he has for athletes who, like Sisyphus, persevere
through ultimately pointless endeavors. He also transmutes physical combat into the equivalent of a matter of language, viewing a fight as though
it were an argument. Fighters’ representative capabilities—their amply
documented tendency to be regarded by spectators as the embodiment
of a race, an ethnicity or a nationality—offers writers plenty of material
to work with beyond mere athleticism. Camus explains how, for those in
attendance at a fight he witnessed in Algeria between Amar from Oran and
Pérez from Algiers, the boxers became stand-ins for their respective cities
and how their bout became an extension of an ongoing rivalry between the
two places. “Thus a page of history is unfolding in the ring. And the tough
Oranese, backed by a thousand yelling voices, is defending against Pérez a
way of life and the pride of a province.” Spectators’ responses to fighters’
struggles often have more to do with such allegiances rather than with
what the contestants actually do in the ring, and in describing boxers’
moves Camus finds a parallel with disputation. “Truth forces me to admit
that Amar is not conducting his discussion well. His argument has a flaw:
he lacks reach. The slugger from Algiers, on the contrary, has the required
reach in his argument. It lands persuasively between his contradictor’s eyes.”
What writer wouldn’t want to have such a reach?

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Abstract: A banner hanging on a wall at Gleason’s Gym testifies to boxing’s enduring appeal for writers. Norman Mailer and José Torres (light heavyweight champion and author) were friends, and Mailer admitted to providing editorial aid to the fighter, who did give the novelist some boxing pointers. Mailer did share his friend’s views about pugilistic trickery. In his 1975 account of the Ali-Foreman fight, Mailer explicitly invokes the D’Amato-Torres philosophy, a key component of which is that skilled boxers can block or evade any punch they can see coming.
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A banner hanging on a wall at Gleason’s Gym testifies to boxing’s enduring appeal for writers. The Brooklyn boxing institution takes its motto—“Now, whoever has courage and a strong and collected spirit in his breast let him come forward, lace on the gloves and put up his hands”—from Virgil. From antiquity to the present, writers have been fascinated by humans fighting, seeing in the sport something akin to their own efforts. Appropriately, two contending views of the sport emerged. In the red corner stand those who see meetings between nearly naked and practically unprotected combatants as simple and straightforward pursuits of victory through the unmediated imposition of their wills. Writers like to see them as symbolic of their own lonely quests after the elusive truth. In the blue corner are those who see fights as far more complex endeavors fraught with meaning and metaphorical possibilities. Rather than immediately comprehensible physical contests, fights are primarily mental challenges. Far from being basic and true, boxing involves trickery and deception. In one camp, boxing is free of artifice; in the other, it is full of it.

José Torres, a boxer turned writer, takes the latter view. The former world light heavyweight champion relishes describing boxing as a game of intelligence, cunning, deception and confidence. Some of his favorite boxing stories involve Muhammad Ali, a boxer with special appeal for writers. After he retired from the ring, Torres became one of the many authors (such as Murray Kempton, Norman Mailer, George Plimpton, Ishmael Reed, Wole Soyinka, Gay Talese, Hunter S. Thompson and Tom Wolfe) to write about Ali. Long after committing them to print, Torres continued to tell his Ali stories very much like he did in Sting Like a Bee, which he co-authored with sportswriter Bert Sugar.

The first time I met Torres he was with Paul Johnson, a former club fighter who later became chairman of the Boxers Organizing Committee, a group set up to form a union for professional boxers. Johnson set the stage for his friend to tell some of his favorite stories by recounting a time when the two were speaking together at a university. Paul had been telling students about what he then thought of as the fundamental honesty at the heart of boxing. Torres interrupted him.

“Boxers are liars,” he said.

. . .