An inspirational story about a great ballplayer. The book is extremely dated, and reads like a 'Leave it to Beaver' episode. Corny at times, if you can sift through the rah-rah superficial baseball banter, it is a nice, breezy read.
Pros: There are really good insights into the Negro Leagues, how that business operated back in the pre-war and immediate post-war days. It's fascinating how Campy flitted in and out of Latin American ball and the Negro Leagues, making a relatively good income by playing ball year round. He (his ghost writer) does a good job of portraying life as a mixed-marriage child growing up in Philadelphia in the 1930s. This is the strength of the book.
Cons: Campy is obviously a troubled soul, and who can blame him. He was on top of the world, before a 1957 car crash left him paralyzed and unable to continue a 'normal' life, let alone a storied hall of fame baseball career. That said, a good portion of the book is spent convincing the reading about how happy he is. I liken this to be a product of times, as a WWII vet may have explained how great his experience at Guadalcanal was. Simply put, no one in the 1950s sports reading world wanted to hear any belly-achin' and complainin'.
There is more to Campy's life, and this book only glosses over the mostly positive impact that he had for racial integration in baseball and the advances that were made in physical therapy through his highly publicized recovery from his car accident. There are more authoritative bios out there, and much left unsaid in this one. I read it because it was sitting on my shelf. I'm glad I did, but can't say that it made a profound impact on my life.