<p><a href=”http://www.newsday.com/sports/ny-spbest085163079apr08,0,7841122.column?coll=ny-sports-mezz”><em>Newsday</em>’s Neil Best</a> joins the ranks of critics who seem to hate this book.</p><blockquote dir=”ltr” style=”MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px”><p dir=”ltr” style=”MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px”>What this sordid, 286-page mish-mash really is is a biography. But the author has eschewed that term to rationalize an inconvenient truth: He doesn’t have the journalistic goods to back up his content.</p></blockquote><p dir=”ltr” style=”MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px”>In chastizing author Peter Golenbock, Best writes</p><blockquote dir=”ltr” style=”MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px”><p dir=”ltr” style=”MARGIN-RIGHT: 0px”>If only he had worked a little harder on the research, left out some of the fish stories and not had to resort to that disingenuous "novel" dodge.<br /><br />Instead, we are left with a book that reminds a reader of an observation the author puts in Mantle’s words on page 5. He notes the irony of his autobiographies becoming bestsellers over the more serious efforts "of all those great philosophical college-smart writers busting their humps."<br /><br />Says the quasi-fictional Mick: "Kinda makes a mockery of the book business, don’t it?"</p></blockquote>
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