1961* is a breezy yet colorless chronicle of Roger Maris' and Mickey Mantle's 1961 assaults on what was the most hallowed and prestigious record in sports, Babe Ruth's single-season home run record. The book takes a Maris-centric approach, with much of the first half serving as a biography of the reluctant hero, while Mantle stays in the background throughout. Pepe does a satisfactory job presenting the essentials of the famed home run chase, but there is no new insight here, there's a paucity of anecdotes to inject the narrative with life, and too often it reads like little more than transcribed box scores. The story does become more vivid once the season reaches August, which, perhaps not coincidentally, is when Pepe, then a newspaper reporter, was assigned to the Yankees beat, but still not by as much as one would hope or expect.
Pepe also has a grating tendency to belabor points and repeat himself, virtually verbatim, over and over again within the space of a handful of pages, as if the prior mention(s) had never been made. On page 83, he writes: "Maris and Mantle were both held hitless, and the Yanks fell to the Tigers 4-2." Two pages later, describing the same game: "Mantle and Maris both went hitless against Regan, and the Yanks lost the series opener 4-2." On page 100, he writes: "[C]ommissioner Ford C. Frick was preparing for a meeting with a group of baseball writers in the commissioner's offices in Rockefeller Center, [when] word came out of Atlanta that Ty Cobb had died in Emory University Hospital at the age of 74." On page 106: "On July 17, baseball commissioner Ford C. Frick was meeting with a group of veteran baseball writers at the commissioner's office in Rockefeller Center. (Coincidentally, the meeting came on the very day that Ty Cobb, one of Roger Maris' most severe critics, had passed away.)" Likewise, there are at least three or four mentions of the Tigers' Frank Lary being a "Yankee killer." That he most definitely was, but that fact was sufficiently conveyed the first or second time it was referenced. A capable editor should have been able to identify and eliminate such numerous redundancies, but Pepe was ill-served in this regard.
Additionally, on page 45 Pepe makes a glaring error that is inexcusable for someone who has been covering the Yankees for as long as he. In describing the Yankees' opponent in the 1960 World Series, the Pittsburgh Pirates, he writes: "[T]hey had last won in 1927 when they were swept in four games by the Babe Ruth-Lou Gehrig-Bill Dickey-Tony Lazzeri Yankees of Murderers Row." Bill Dickey, however, was not a member of the '27 Yankees and did not even appear in a major league game until 1928 (indeed, Dickey's official rookie season was actually not until 1929, as he only appeared in 10 games in 1928). The inclusion of such an egregious mistake leaves one to wonder what other, less blatant mistakes may be lurking throughout the book.
1961*, lacking in originality, depth, and vividness, is a book with a very limited audience. For those who do not know much about the 1961 home run chase and are looking for the basic details, it's a serviceable option, though Billy Crystal's faithful 2001 drama,
61* [Blu-ray], tells the story better and is probably more informative, too. For those with even a modicum of knowledge about the underlying events, however, it is not worthwhile.