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The Rise of Hank Greenberg


Hank Greenberg: The Hero Who Didn't Want to be One by Mark Kurlansky Yale University Press, 164 pp., $25

In his short story "Perfection," Mark Helprin re-imagined Bernard Malamud's "Natural" as an adolescent Holocaust survivor whose otherworldly ability to hit home runs every at-bat comes from understanding the spiritual balance of God's creation. He temporarily redeems the ‘56 Yankees before exchanging athletic perfection for the simple life of a Hasidic child. Helprin's story is the most "Jewish" of all baseball stories, seamlessly blending theology with the myths of the game. Part of what makes baseball unique is the way fact and fiction combine in the minds of its fans. If we can't quite imagine a prodigy ba'al shem perfecting the sport, we can imagine a mighty Jewish slugger so devout that he refuses to play on holidays, even if it's not quite true. Kensky GreenbergThe closest a Jewish hitter has ever been to perfection came in 1938, when Hank Greenberg hit 58 home runs for the Detroit Tigers, only two shy of Babe Ruth's record. Four years earlier, Greenberg had refused to play on Yom Kippur, but, as Mark Kurlansky tells us in the prologue to his new biography Hank Greenberg: The Hero Who Didn't Want to Be One, his decision wasn't really a religious one. The Tigers were in a tight pennant race with games scheduled for Rosh Hashanah and Yom Kippur. Greenberg, having his first great season, had not stated his plans, leading to intense speculation by the press and Jewish community as to whether he would play. A local Reform rabbi noted that the Talmud mentions children playing in the streets of Jerusalem on holidays, though he neglected to mention that these were Roman children. An Orthodox rabbi ruled that Greenberg could play on Rosh Hashanah under three (impossible) conditions: Orthodox Jews could not buy tickets for the game; no smoking could be allowed in the stadium; and all the food served in the ballpark had to be kosher. On Rosh Hashanah, Greenberg went to shul, then the ballpark and hit two home runs. ("Hank's Homers are Strictly Kosher," said the Detroit Free Press.) When it came to Yom Kippur his Romanian-born father was quoted in the New York Evening Post assuring readers that his son would not play on Judaism's holiest day. As in The Jazz Singer, which had been a hit only seven years earlier, the Americanized son fulfilled his religious and filial duty—though by that time the Tigers already had a lock on the pennant. Kurlansky's prologue is the high-point of a disappointing book, the one moment when he actually re-frames one of the famous events of Greenberg's career. While Hank Greenberg no longer has the same resonance with American Jews as Sandy Koufax, he has been the subject of several books and a well-regarded documentary. For most of the book, Kurlansky reproduces the familiar Greenberg narrative: where he played, what he hit, the anti-Semitism he faced, and what he meant to Jews during his life and times. Kurlansky occasionally suggests other, more interesting, ways of telling Greenberg's story, but he resists pursuing them, effectively forgoing the opportunity to add to our understanding of Greenberg's life. Hank Greenberg was one of the best offensive first basemen in baseball history, and he approached the game in a unique, even beautiful way. In his elegant little book on the aesthetics of sports, In Praise of Athletic Beauty, Hans Ulrich Gumbrecht criticized sports books for focusing on biographical details instead of providing "materials or even suggestions for our visual imagination." Kurlansky reproduces traditional statistics for individual seasons but provides very little description of how Greenberg played the game. Ironically, there is a chapter called "A Beautiful Swing," but it contains only one paragraph that actually praises Greenberg's style: "the bat sliced through the air, propeller-like, with such clean speed and power that it was hard to believe it was a man-made motion." Whether or not one finds the description helpful, it is at least an honest attempt to describe how Greenberg hit, and what it might have felt like to watch him do so. By contrast, Kurlansky hardly attempts to describe Greenberg's fielding. He reproduces the old judgment, without checking if it is historically true, that Greenberg was "a mediocre defensive first baseman" who was "not particularly graceful," and had to practice diligently just to make routine plays. While defensive baseball statistics are notoriously less developed than those for hitting and pitching, the numbers we have (a career .991 fielding percentage at first base) suggest otherwise. The last thirty-years have seen the development of new and more fine-grained statistics that have changed our understanding of baseball, and Greenberg succeeds by these measures as well. According to Bill James, doyen of sabermetricians, Greenberg led American League first basemen in "Range Factor" in 1937. The idea that he was a mediocre fielder seems to have come from his relative lack of athleticism and a few high-profile errors he made after being forced to switch to the outfield late in his career. But Kurlansky's larger problem is conceptual. Gumbrecht argues that thinking about sports has long been dominated by the concept of agon (competition), when we should be more focused on areté (virtue or striving for excellence). Greenberg has always been described as one of the hardest working baseball players, but this striving has tended to be held against him: he wasn't "a natural." "Ungraceful" may actually be the perfect way of describing Greenberg's play, though not for the reasons his critics maintain. Theologically, grace is unearned. In sports, as Gumbrecht tells us, it "reminds us how we are sometimes unable . . . to associate the body movements we see with the intentions or thoughts who carry them out." Greenberg's approach, on the contrary, emphasized deliberation. He studied the pitcher's tendencies and weaknesses in order to decide where and when to swing, even intentionaly chasing a ball outside the strike zone if it meant the possibility of driving in a run. While praising Ted Williams as his era's greatest hitter, Greenberg criticized the Splendid Splinter's narrow strike zone:

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About the Author

Eitan Kensky is a doctoral candidate in Jewish studies at Harvard University, focusing on Jewish American literature and culture.

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