Chicago: The Second City

by A.J. Liebling

Book Overview

Many Chicagoans rose in protest over A. J. Liebling's tongue-in-cheek tour of their fair city in 1952. Liebling found much to admire in the Windy City's people and culture--its colorful language, its... This description may be from another edition of this product.

• Format: Paperback
• Language: English
• ISBN: 1258791250
• ISBN13: 9781258791254
• Release Date: August 2013
• Publisher: Literary Licensing, LLC
• Length: 158 Pages
• Weight: 0.48 lbs.
• Dimensions: 0.3" x 6.0" x 9.0"

Customer Reviews

Would he have felt otherwise about the Third?

A.J. Liebling is America's most incisive and poetic journalist. And Chicago is a city worth reading and writing about. But this is not the place to start reading Liebling or reading about Chicago. Joe Liebling was not of the "what, where, when, who" style of journalism., He needed something to spark his creative interest, someone to admire, if only a likeable rogue. Liebling found nothing and nobody in Chicago to admire, just plain rogues. And here the rogues were Republican press barons, Colonel McCormack of the Chicago Tribune foremost among them. His professional enemies. Moreover, Liebling was bored by what we now call "Middle America", and he didn't like being bored, either. Unlike his colleague Joe Mitchell at the New Yorker (most of whose work is collected in "Up in the old hotel"), Liebling didn't subscribe to "nihil humanum a me alienum puto". There were simply people and places out there that he had no use for. New York City con men, Norwegian sailors, Louisiana rabble rousers and Nevada cowboys have their place in Liebling's world, but 3 million people all trying to conform to something they themselves couldn't define did not. That's the way Liebling understood Chicago. The various Bohemias that Chicago had nourished or tolerated (see Kenneth Rexroth's "Autobiographical novel, for some examples) were reduced or gleichgeschaltet by Liebling's visit in the Fifties. He hated the place so much that he never made the connections that would help him see behind the facade that Chicago was so anxious to present to the world. In spite of all I've just said, this is actually an entertaining and in some ways very enlightening book, especially for those now living in Chicagoland. Those unfamiliar with Liebling (and Chicago) might better try his early paean to his native New York City, "Back where I came from", in which Liebling employed his unforgiving eye and mordancy of phrase much more productively.

"The Only Completely Corrupt City in America"

The 1890 census showed that, for the first time, Chicago was the second most populous city in the nation, supplanting Philadelphia. New York, then as now, remained at the top. This one-down relationship gave the Windy City its other famous nickname, "The Second City," which in this book suggests both its inferiority to New York and its incessant striving. Chicagoans seem ambivalent about their status. "People you meet at a party devote a great deal more time than people elsewhere to talking about good government, but they usually wind up the evening boasting about the high quality of the crooks they have met." An alderman tells Liebling that Chicago "is the only completely corrupt city in America." When Liebling reminds him of other corrupt cities, the alderman replies defensively, 'But they aren't nearly as big.'" Essayist, reporter, humorist A.J. Liebling, himself a New Yorker (who first visited Chicago in 1938, and lived there for about a year between 1949 and 1950, and briefly in 1951), takes a Big Apple-centric view in these 1953 essays originally published in The New Yorker, a magazine to which he frequently contributed. Today, he is perhaps best remembered for his sports writing, especially boxing ("The Sweet Science)" and each year pugilism's top journalistic prize is the "A.J. Liebling Award." Here, Liebling takes aim at the decline of Chicago in the arts, industry, and design, noting the city's brief but glorious apotheosis at the turn of the century and its largely futile self-aggrandizement since then. "The city consequently has the personality of man brought up in the expectation of a legacy who has learned in middle age that it will never be his." As a good journalist, Liebling wanted to discover the cause of the turnabout, and Chicago natives who agreed with him offered their own theories: "Chicago could have had the automobile if Chicago money had gone after it,' a Chicago stockbroker once assured me. "But the big boys let it go by default, they didn't want an industry here that would dwarf them.'" Others trace it to the pacifist stance of Jane Addams (of Hull House fame) during the WWI. In any event, says Liebling, Chicago has been playing catch-up ever since, and the native seems to feel taken. Plays in Chicago are presumed inferior to the New York production of the same play, or, "if they are the New York production, with original casts intact," the actors are presumed to give an inferior performance. Mid-20th Chicago's response to its percieved victimization and inferiority is a pathetic boosterism; pathetic because, try as it may, the Second City's efforts are invariably second-rate, bourgeois, and unknowingly kitschy. FOr example, Liebling complains that Chicago restuarants, unlike those in New York, feel they must actually convince you drink or dine, and so stage hokey shows and color their menus with decorous prose: "The Porterhouse, a restaurant in the Hotel Sherman, when I last looked in on it, had six cowboys

Perfect Prose but a Dated Message.

This is the second A.J. Liebling book that I've read. The first was Between Meals which was absolutely fantastic. Chicago... is a beautiful piece of reportage about the city in which I live. It is marred (seriously) only by its shrunken size. It is a mere 140 pages long and much of the text is bloated by lengthy footnotes and cartoons. Liebling's description of my town is a riveting historical relic that recreates the personality of Colonel McCormick, the newspapers of the past, a social scene that has no bearing to current reality, and demographics that are totally baffling to present residents. This a fifties, pre-riots take on the second city and, as such, one cannot help but be surprised by some of its rhetoric. Parts of the city that were in massive decline then are worth more than all but a few areas in the United States now. This is notably true of the Old Town neighborhood which once possessed only German and Hungarian restaurants but now is a lively center of commerce with one bedroom condos worth as much or more than mansions in the suburbs. Yet Liebling, like everyone else, should not be faulted for not predicting the future as gentrification is something that few thought possible until the eighties--which was long after he died. Nearly all readers will marvel at the complexity and grandeur of his style, however. This man was king of the metaphor as cliches were unknown to him. His example enriches all writers who come across him. If I were you though, I'd try to find these essays for free online somewhere because the price is too excessive for what you actually receive. It's just too short to justify a cover price of $19.95.