This is a short book, an extended New Yorker article really, about Arthur Ashe and Clark Graebner's tennis match during the 1968 US Open. The tennis stuff I ended up skimming, it's just not that compelling. Sportswriting to me is always best when it's about everything other than sports, and there's lots of that here. Arthur Ashe's boyhood - he lived in a park, where his father was a police officer - is interesting, and there's a whole part about his genealogy, and about a mentor who launched a program to promote black tennis players. There are extended descriptions of the lifestyles of both Graebner and Ashe who were both amateurs at the time.
The two best parts of the book:
1) Graebner's "training meal" that he eats every night: "a vodka martini, a shrimp cocktail, a baked potato without salt or butter, and roast beef or a steak." Ashe eats "soul food" and "once in a while he will have a glass of beer with a shot of lime juice in it."
2) Ashe, talking about Australia, says "Australian English is a barroom language. It is not a language for a woman."
All told I didn't like this book as much as DFW's tennis writing. But it was pretty compelling as a profile of two people from distinct backgrounds and their lives in the 1960s, performing as amateur athletes at the highest level.