This is an authoritative biography of an immensely intense, crafty, infuriating, genius, and overall complicated man. While capable of acts of great charity, he could also be intensely petty, thin-skinned, quick to anger, and prone to bear grudges. For his era, he was considered the best baseball player of all time. His "small ball" approach to the game characterized the pre-Babe Ruth, power game, an evolvement that Cobb was notably hostile and sneeringly critical.
He was a difficult man to get to know, and an even more difficult personality to like. His life proves that you don't have to possess a lot of moral scruples to become very wealthy. Cobb was a millionaire many times over, due to shrewd investments and self-promotion, but it came at the expense of the hundreds of bridges he burned with other players and important figures in the game. Everyone respected Cobb's prowess on the baseball diamond. Few liked him.
This biography spends most of its time covering Cobb's baseball career, which is likely a wise decision, as its core audience are baseball fans. And, in fairness, Cobb's life post-baseball was not nearly as interesting, nor as notable. He faded away with time, finally submitting to cancer.
In a time where we are increasingly aware of racist tropes and conduct, Cobb is portrayed here is a virulent bigot, but conventional scholarship has softened his image. He often spoke favorably of black players, once the color barrier was broken, though in a much more impetuous younger life, often picked fights with black hecklers. In the end, he became a reckless sourpuss with an axe to grind.
I much enjoyed this book and plowed through it in three days.