“You Know Me Al,” by Ring Lardner

Last week in baseball literature, we read Ring Lardner’s novel You Know Me Al.  This story was actually first written as a series of fictional letters published in the Saturday Evening Post beginning in 1914.

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The letters are written by Jack Keefe, a ballplayer who, at the book’s start, has made it to the Major Leagues as a pitcher for the Chicago White Sox.  He writes home to his good friend Al Blanchard in Bedford, Indiana about his experiences.  As a reader, you pick up very quickly from the myriad of misspellings and usage issues that Jack is uneducated, gullible, and a bit of a rube.  It also doesn’t take long to realize that, in spite of this, Jack is rather full of himself.

Jack’s first round in the majors does not go very well, and he is quickly sent back to the minors.  In spite of his coaches insisting that he needs to learn to field his position and to hold baserunners, Jack stubbornly insists that he already knows how to do all that.  As the professor for my class points out, Jack is a thrower, rather than a pitcher.  At the end of the day, the only thing that seems to save his baseball career is his ability to throw a fastball.

Jack does make his way back to the White Sox organization, though it remains difficult to ever take him seriously as a ballplayer.  He has no respect for the likes of Ty Cobb or Walter Johnson.  He does manage to do well enough to boast of a 10-6 record at one point, although he insists that his six losses are the fault of his teammates while his ten wins are completely his own doing.  One of his coaches, Kid Gleason, tries, but fails miserably, to guide Jack, insisting that he work on his weak spots and that he take better care of himself physically.

Off the field, it seems that everybody goes out of their way to take advantage of Jack’s ignorance and gullibility.  Charles Comiskey continuously dupes him during contract negotiations.  His teammates trick him into picking up the tab during a night out.  He marries a girl named Florrie who becomes pregnant with what may or may not be his child.

In truth, I spent much of the book coping with a desire to punch every one of the characters in the story, including Jack himself.  Jack is unabashedly rude to everyone he interacts with, including those who are trying to help him.  He also proves that he is little more than a coward, often threatening to punch someone in the jaw, but never carrying out the deed.

It would be nice to be able to point to a fairy tale ending to this book, but with this set of personalities, I’m sure Lardner found such an ending impossible.  Rather, the story ends with Jack, after much waffling back and forth, taking off for Japan on an exhibition tour.  There is no true conclusion, the book simply ends.

In spite of my frustration with the characters, You Know Me Al nevertheless proved itself an enjoyable read.  I polished off the book over the course of a weekend, eager to find out what kinds of messes poor Jack would get himself into next.  It’s an easy read, and it’s not difficult to see why it was so popular even in its time.

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5 Comments on ““You Know Me Al,” by Ring Lardner”

  1. verdun2 says:

    Read it years ago (about the same time I found “Alibi Ike”). Glad you liked it. Nice review.
    v

  2. wkkortas says:

    I’ve never been a big fan of Lardner’s baseball stuff–it’s a bit hokey, even for a hokey time when it comes to writing about ballplayers–but some of his other stuff is just top-shelf, and has aged surprisingly well.

    • It’s totally hokey, I’m in complete agreement about that. This is the first Lardner I’ve ever read, but sounds like I might have to check out some of his other stuff.

    • Steve Myers says:

      “if one combs their hair for more then the allotted 3 minutes every morning, does that qualify as hokey?” I plucked that question form cosmopolitan’s 50 year anniversary issue, the fans speak out section and was never able to come up with an answer. My personal solution is to keep my hair short.


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