Book Alert / Beyond Glory -- Joe Louis vs. Max Schmeling and a World on the Brink
Beyond Glory -- Joe Louis vs. Max Schmeling and a World on the Brink by David Margolick, Knopf, 432 pages, $26.95, ISBN #0375411925, index, bibliography, source notes, lavishly illustrated with b&w glossy photos.
A half-century ago, the exhausted breadwinner looked forward eagerly to the Friday night fights on television, before changing tastes and mass marketing supplanted them with Monday night football. In case you hadn't noticed, that's gone too, just showing once more how life's one constant is change. So it shouldn't be surprising that before TV, there was radio, but in the days before the proliferation of diversions, prizefights probably drew a greater percentage of the listening audience than any other event.
So, fight fans, bow low and revere the memory of Alfred A. Knopf, whose publishing house during 2005 gave us two of the finest volumes about prizefighting in decades. Early in the year, we enjoyed Unforgivable Blackness: The Rise and Fall of Jack Johnson (reviewed in these pages early in the year) and authored by, yes, presidential historian Geoffrey Ward. For a chaser, Knopf has issued an equally-captivating volume, Beyond Glory -- Joe Louis and Max Schmeling and a World on the Brink by David Margolick.
In some respects, the works are very different. While they chronicle the careers of desperately-ambitious athletes, Beyond Glory supplies ready protagonists, demonstrating less animus by German hero Max Schmeling against Joe Louis than from Adollf Hitler and his Nazi regime as well as those Americans who couldn't bear to see a white man from any nation lose to a Negro. By contrast, Jack Johnson's protagonist was the world.
And the ways in which the two black fighters countered their opposition couldn't have been more different. Joe Louis today would be considered an Uncle Tom for his passive demeanor, a lassitude that made some think he must have been retarded, or worse, that he exemplified the inferiority of his race. He was clearly a man of few words but seemed congenitally agreeable and conciliatory, a trait that led opponent Schmeling to say at the end of Louis's life that he loved him and reportedly paid for his funeral.
Jack Johnson lived several decades before, an even more difficult time for ambitious blacks, and his instinct was to offer the white establishment a thumb in the eye, as he squired a succession of white women and lived, as they said then, high on the hog, driving the fanciest cars and wearing head-turning clothes.
In Joe Louis's world, though, Max Schmeling was equally compelling. He was as apolitical as Louis -- both men thought of themselves as sportsmen and discouraged attempts to get them to support political causes. This was most difficult, of course, for Schmeling, who became the darling of the Fuehrer and danced a minuet (now there's an image) between partying with Hitler and impliedly disavowing him by choosing a long-time Jewish manager.
This became more difficult for Schmeling as Hitler's atrocities gradually increased. In 1938, on Krisstallnacht, he reportedly swept up two young Jewish boys from the street and sheltered them in his home from possible death. A nice folk tale told by his publicists, it would seem, except that one of them revealed himself decades later as the owner of the Sands Hotel in Las Vegas.
The focus of Louis/Schmeling book, of course, is their two heavyweight title fights. With Joe Louis favored heavily, Schmeling won an upset decision by a knockout in 1936. It couldn't be more of an understatement to say that the defeat battered Louis's spirit as well as his body. But what fans couldn't see in the reticent Louis was the gathering fury welling up inside him that was finally unleashed in 1938.
Many dismissed Louis's warning that he would dispose of his opponent very early in their rematch. Given Louis's historical demeanor, hardly anyone was prepared for the Hurricane Katrina-like explosion that Joe Louis launched from the opening bell. By the end of two minutes of the first round, it was all over, and Louis had sent Schmeling to the hospital, where he remained for weeks. Decades passed since Louis died, and in the interim, to the credit of both fighters, little if any bitterness ensued. They met on a few occasions and continued to act as we would always hope sportsmen could act, with grace and respect towards each other.