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| | Another case in point is King of the Hill, a modest little book originally published as a long article in Life magazine ~with photographs by Frank Sinatra!, dealing with Muhammad Ali’s hard-fought defeat at the hands of Joe Frazier after his three year enforced layoff from boxing. As in “Death,” the opponents assume symbolic, almost mythic proportions. Central to this is Mailer’s pervasive Manichean vision of the cosmos, even down to Ali’s twin poodles named “Angel” and “Demon.” But the conclusion is most significant to Mailer’s last work: {{quote|Yet Ali got up, Ali came sliding through the last two minutes and thirty-five seconds of this heathen holocaust in some last exercise of the will, some iron fundament of the ego not to be knocked out, and it was then as if the spirit of Harlem finally spoke and came to rescue and the ghosts of the dead in Vietnam, something held him up before arm-weary triumphant near crazy Frazier who had just hit him the hardest punch ever thrown in his life and they went down to the last few seconds of a great fight, Ali still standing and Frazier had won. The world was talking instantly of a rematch. For Ali had shown America what we all had hoped was secretly true. He was a man. He could bear moral and physical torture and he could stand. If he could beat Frazier in the rematch we would have at last a national hero who was a hero of the world as well.{{sfn|“King”|1960|p=92-92}}}} |
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| {{Byline|last=Leeds|first=Barry H.|abstract=Boxing has provided a significant moral paradigm throughout much of Norman {{NM}}’s life and work. Mailer’s significant writing about boxing begins with ''[[The Presidential Papers]]'' in the long and riveting essay entitled “Death,” originally titled “Ten Thousand Words a Minute,” one of his “Big Bite” columns for ''Esquire''. Not only does this piece prefigure and announce the new mode of Mailer’s nonfiction writing in the late 1960s and 1970s, notably ''[[The Armies of the Night]]'', it is the key to his fascination with boxing.|url=https://prmlr.us/mr08leed}}
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| {{dc|dc=B|oxing has provided a significant moral paradigm}} throughout much of Norman Mailer’s life and work. In his seminal essay entitled “Death” in ''The Presidential Papers'' (1963), Mailer uses the first [[w:Sonny Liston|Sonny Liston]]/[[w:Floyd Patterson|Floyd Patterson]] championship bout as a point of departure from which to develop a profound series of perceptions about the American national temperament, particularly that of blacks. In ''[[King of the Hill]]'' (1971) and more strikingly in ''[[The Fight]]'' (1975) he deals nominally with a specific championship bout, but goes beyond journalism to find certain normative precepts in the sport. But there is another level on which boxing informs and conditions Mailer’s vision: In his fiction, most notably ''[[An American Dream]]'' (1965) and ''[[Tough Guys Don’t Dance]]'' (1984), boxing experiences help define the protagonists. Stephen Richards Rojack and Tim Madden respectively find “the reward of the ring”{{sfn|Mailer|1965|p=16}} applicable to their existential quests for self. Ultimately, Mailer’s views on boxing are far from simplistic. From the powerful account of [[w:Benny Paret|Benny Paret]]’s death in the ring at the hands of [[w:Emile Griffith|Emile Griffith]] to his statements to me about the ill-fated conclusion to [[w:Muhammad Ali|Muhammad Ali]]’s career to his 1988 article on [[w:Mike Tyson|Mike Tyson]], “Fury, Fear, Philosophy,” Mailer has found in this arena of ritualized violence a rich source of perception about the human condition. In fact, in his 1993 essay in ''Esquire'', “The Best Move Lies Next to the Worst”, he deals with his own boxing experiences at the Gramercy Gym with [[w:José Torres|José Torres]], [[w:Ryan O’Neal|Ryan O’Neal]] and others. The title of the piece comes from the comparison of boxing to chess.{{sfn|Mailer|1998|pp=1045–1052}}
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| I believe it’s best to confront the central issue here at the outset. Mailer has, indeed, perceived gladiatorial confrontation and violence as a central metaphor for his own artistic and personal struggles for growth, fulfillment, salvation.As he muses retrospectively upon a turning point in his career during his crises of the early 1960s,
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| Very well, then: Mailer unabashedly uses violent confrontation as a touchstone for his vision of life and art. He has persistently perceived himself as embattled. But witness the artistic regeneration, the prolific and truly significant output that resulted as a direct consequence of this attitude.Mailer’s significant writing about boxing begins with ''The Presidential Papers'' in the long and riveting essay entitled “Death,” originally titled “Ten thousand words a Minute,” one of his “Big Bite” columns for Esquire. Not only does this piece prefigure and announce the new mode of Mailer’s nonfiction writing in the late 1960s and 1970s, notably ''The Armies of the Night'',it is the key to his fascination with boxing. The first Patterson/Liston fight provides mailer an opportunity to embarkon a series of sophisticated statements on boxing and the national disposition. But the center of the piece, as the title suggests, is the brutal killing of Benny Paret in the ring by Emile Griffith. Let us deal with the most hideous aspects of boxing first. Unlike most bouts, this one was fueled by an intense
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| This event was not, of course, taken lightly by the public: {{quote|“There was shock in the land... There were editorials, gloomy forecasts that the Game was dead. The managers and the prizefighters got together. Gently, in thick,depressed hypocrisies, they tried to defend their sport”.{{sfn|“Death”|1960|p=245}}}}Mailer goes on to delve into that species of blood religion to which fight people adhere and the kind of mystery it has lent to the works of such writers as D. H. Lawrence and Ernest Hemingway. And what of Mailer’s response? {{quote|Something in boxing was spoiled... I loved it with freedom no longer. It was more like somebody in your family was fighting now. The feeling one had for a big fight was no longer clear of terror in its excitement. There was awe in the suspense. {{sfn|“Death”|1960|p=247-248}}}}
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| Professional boxing, then, presents difficult moral problems trailer as well as to any humane person. This does not, I submit, obviate its significance in Mailer’s work as a test of courage. I would suggest that it is in the exercise of disciplined skill, resourcefulness, stoicism, the force of will in the face of risk, that the human spirit is capable of reaching its peak expression. Another case in point is King of the Hill, a modest little book originally published as a long article in Life magazine ~with photographs by Frank Sinatra!, dealing with Muhammad Ali’s hard-fought defeat at the hands of Joe Frazier after his three year enforced layoff from boxing. As in “Death,” the opponents assume symbolic, almost mythic proportions. Central to this is Mailer’s pervasive Manichean vision of the cosmos, even down to Ali’s twin poodles named “Angel” and “Demon.” But the conclusion is most significant to Mailer’s last work: {{quote|Yet Ali got up, Ali came sliding through the last two minutes and thirty-five seconds of this heathen holocaust in some last exercise of the will, some iron fundament of the ego not to be knocked out, and it was then as if the spirit of Harlem finally spoke and came to rescue and the ghosts of the dead in Vietnam, something held him up before arm-weary triumphant near crazy Frazier who had just hit him the hardest punch ever thrown in his life and they went down to the last few seconds of a great fight, Ali still standing and Frazier had won. The world was talking instantly of a rematch. For Ali had shown America what we all had hoped was secretly true. He was a man. He could bear moral and physical torture and he could stand. If he could beat Frazier in the rematch we would have at last a national hero who was a hero of the world as well.{{sfn|“King”|1960|p=92-92}}}}
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| Ali ''was'' a national hero, for his moral and physical courage. His heroism had fascinated Mailer for years. In a short piece, “An Appreciation of Cassius Clay,” he wrote: {{quote|I don’t want to get started writing about Muhammad Ali, because I could go on for a book.{{sfn|“Errands”|1960|p=264}}}} He went on to condemn Ali’s exclusion from boxing because of his conscientious objection to the Vietnam War and concluded:{{quote|Therefore we are all deprived of an intimate spectacle which was taking place in public—the forging of a professional artist | | Ali ''was'' a national hero, for his moral and physical courage. His heroism had fascinated Mailer for years. In a short piece, “An Appreciation of Cassius Clay,” he wrote: {{quote|I don’t want to get started writing about Muhammad Ali, because I could go on for a book.{{sfn|“Errands”|1960|p=264}}}} He went on to condemn Ali’s exclusion from boxing because of his conscientious objection to the Vietnam War and concluded:{{quote|Therefore we are all deprived of an intimate spectacle which was taking place in public—the forging of a professional artist |
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| of the existential self: these values are not outmoded. They never will be. And what of the man who wrote of these all his life? He is gone now from this sphere, from our limited purview. But his work will be with us forever,and we will remember: He was a fighter. | | of the existential self: these values are not outmoded. They never will be. And what of the man who wrote of these all his life? He is gone now from this sphere, from our limited purview. But his work will be with us forever,and we will remember: He was a fighter. |
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| * {{cite book|last= Blue |first= Jessica |date= |title= “The Maler Side of Mailer.” |url= |location= |publisher= |pages= 84-87 |isbn= |author-link= |ref=harv }}
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| * {{cite book |last=Kennedy|first=Kostya |date= 19 November 2007 |title= “The Pugilist at Rest.” Sports Illustrated|url= |location= |publisher= |pages=28-29 |isbn= |author-link= |ref=harv }}
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| * {{cite book |last=Leeds|first= Barry|date=2008 |title=He was a Fighter: Boxing in Norman Mailer's Life and Work|url= |location= |publisher= |pages=385-394 |isbn= |author-link= |ref=harv }}
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| * {{cite book |last= Leeds|first= Barry H. |authormask=1 |date=1988 |title= “A Conversation with Norman Mailer.” Connecticut Review, 10.2 |url= |location= Mississippi |publisher= |pages= 1-15|isbn= |author-link= |ref=harv }}
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| * {{cite book |last= Leeds|first= Barry H. |authormask=1 |date=24 May 2007|title=“A Conversation with Sal Cetrano.” |url= |location= |publisher= |pages= |isbn= |author-link= |ref=harv }}
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| * {{cite book |last= Mailer |first= Norman |date= 1959|title= ''Advertisements for Myself'' |url= |location= New York |publisher= Putnam |pages= |isbn= |author-link= |ref=harv }}
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| * {{cite book |last= Mailer |first= Norman |authormask=1 |date= 1967 |title= ''An American Dream'' |url= |location= New York |publisher= Dial |pages= |isbn= |author-link= |ref=harv }}
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| * {{cite book |last= Mailer |first= Norman |authormask=1 |date= 1972 |title= ''An Appreciation of Cassius Clay.” Partisan Review Summer 1967 '' Rpt. in Existential Errands.|url= |location= Boston |publisher= Little Brown |pages= 264 |isbn= |author-link= |ref=harv }}
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| * {{cite book |last= Mailer |first= Norman |authormask=1 |date= 1968 |title= ''The Armies of the Night''|url= |location= New York |publisher= NAL |pages= |isbn= |author-link= |ref=harv }}
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| * {{cite book |last= Mailer |first= Norman |authormask=1 |date= 1998 |title= ''“The Best Move Lies Very Close to the Worst.” Esquire October 1993. Rpt. in The Time of Our Time. ''|url= |location= New York |publisher= Random House |pages= |isbn= |author-link= |ref=harv }}
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| * {{cite book |last= Mailer |first= Norman |authormask=1 |date= 1966 |title= ''Cannibals and Christians'' |url= |location= New York |publisher= Dial |pages= |isbn= |author-link= |ref=harv }}
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| * {{cite book |last= Mailer |first= Norman |authormask=1 |date= 1963 |title= ''The Presidential Papers.'' |url= |location= New York |publisher= Putnam |pages= 213-267 |isbn= |author-link= |ref=harv }}
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