In boxing there's an old expression: "the man who beat the man who beat the man." It's intended to convey that whoever wins the championship is inheriting a mantle that can be traced, like one's hereditary roots, back through the distant mists of time.
It's relevant also for some boxing writers, since they seem to not so much be products of their own time as men and women carrying on a tradition that began long before they were born. I don't think "Smokestack Lightning" is Springs Toledo's best book (it's a bit too short) but it has flashes of that quality that leave me convinced that Mr. Toledo is the best boxing writer alive today, and the one most fit to inherit the cigar smoke-stained mantle passed down through the ages, from A.J. Liebling to Mark Kram Senior and Bert Sugar.
"Smokestack Lighting" documents, in several short chapters, the barnstorming career of perhaps the greatest boxer who ever lived. Harry Greb was a man who fought with one eye, like "Gypsy" Joe Harris (only unlike Harris he did it at the elite level). He won every match he fought for a year, tallying up 45 victories in that time span. To put this in perspective, Hall-of-Famer Floyd "Money" Mayweather endlessly (and rightfully) touts his sterling record of fifty wins...over the course of his lifetime. Sure, Mayweather's quality of opposition was more elite (probably) than the assorted nine-pins "the Pittsburgh Windmill" cut like a wheat thresher in his famed year, but 45!!!???
The author doesn't so much write about the distant past as walk the same streets that Greb once stomped, in the hopes of encountering some ghostly trace of whatever it was in the sooty Pittsburgh air that Greb and other young and hungry children of immigrants imbibed which made them fight so hard, driven by a combination of despair at their current lot and hope for a bright future.
Springs visits old hotels, pores over ancient, moldering newspapers, and sometimes even goes knocking door-to-door to see who in the city has even heard of Harry Greb. Sadly, he mostly comes up snake eyes when pressing the locals for their knowledge. Good thing he wrote this book, though. Hopefully more people read it, and learn about Greb. And Toledo. Recommended.