Ghosts of Manila: The Fateful Blood Feud Between Muhammad Ali and Joe FrazierHarper Collins, 3 ביוני 2009 - 242 עמודים When Muhammad Ali met Joe Frazier in Manila for their third fight, their rivalry had spun out of control. The Ali-Frazier matchup had become a madness, inflamed by the media and the politics of race. When the "Thrilla in Manila" was over, one man was left with a ruin of a life; the other was battered to his soul. Mark Kram covered that fight for Sports Illustrated in an award-winning article. Now his riveting book reappraises the boxers -- who they are and who they were. And in a voice as powerful as a heavyweight punch, Kram explodes the myths surrounding each fighter, particularly Ali. A controversial, no-holds-barred account, Ghosts of Manila ranks with the finest boxing books ever written. |
מהדורות אחרות - הצג הכל
Ghosts Of Manila: The Fateful Blood Feud Between Muhammad Ali And Joe Frazier <span dir=ltr>Mark Kram</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2001 |
Ghosts of Manila: The Fateful Blood Feud Between Muhammad Ali and Joe Frazier <span dir=ltr>Mark Kram</span> אין תצוגה מקדימה זמינה - 2002 |
מונחים וביטויים נפוצים
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קטעים בולטים
עמוד 134 - I've been doing all my life after people who interest me, because the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars...
עמוד 89 - What a passion to be real. But real was also brutal. And the acceptance of excrement as a standard? How extraordinary! Youth? Together with the idea of sexual potency? All this confused sexexcrement-militancy, explosiveness, abusiveness, toothshowing, Barbary ape howling. Or like the spider monkeys in the trees, as Sammler once had read, defecating into their hands, and shrieking, pelting the explorers below.
עמוד 215 - None of them really heard her. They were all too busy watching her smile, laugh, shiver, whisper, grow indignant, cross and uncross her legs, stick out her tongue, widen and narrow her eyes, toss her head so that her platinum hair splashed against the red plush of the chair back. The strange thing about her gestures and expressions was that • they didn't really illustrate what she was saying. They were almost pure.
עמוד 89 - Orwell was a fink. He was a sick counterrevolutionary. It's good he died when he did. And what you are saying is shit." Turning to the audience, extending violent arms and raising his palms like a Greek dancer, he said, "Why do you listen to this effete old shit? What has he got to tell you? His balls are dry. He's dead. He can't come.
עמוד 127 - ... people who are the enemy of ministers. The Black Muslims demand that Negroes keep their place. They go along with the Klan on segregation. It seemed right that Cassius Clay had a good time beating up another Negro. This was fun, like chasing them with dogs and knocking them down with streams of water. The heavyweight champion is a vicious propagandist for a spiteful mob that works the religious underworld.
עמוד 44 - Current hagiographers have tied themselves in knots trying to elevate Ali into a heroic, defiant catalyst of the antiwar movement, a beacon of black independence. It's a legacy that evolves from the intellectually loose sixties, from those who were in school then and now write romance history.
עמוד 47 - From this standpoint, the heavyweight champion has been a complete and total disgrace. I urge the citizens of the nation as a whole to boycott any of his performances. To leave these theater seats empty would be the finest tribute possible to that boy whose hearse may pass by the open doors of the theater on Main Street USA.
עמוד 84 - All types of women, white women, too, make passes at me. Girls find out where I live and knock at the door at one and two in the morning. They send me their pictures and phone numbers, saving, 'Please, just telephone me.
עמוד 198 - Eyes, nose, ears, larynx, kidneys, they all take horrific beatings. But their faces tell where fighters have been, the potholes over which they had to rattle, from the small arenas with the single light bulb and a backed-up toilet in the dressing rooms to the flooding light of the big time.