The Marilyn parts did not disappoint; a less gossipy person might have cared that the book just stopped cold being about Joe D and was just about Marilyn for fifty pages, but I didn’t mind at all.   But then it skips, like, twenty years, which I guess was the author’s call but seemed a bit strange (not that I need the details of the Mr. Coffee deal, particularly), and then there’s a good seventy pages about what a cheap bastard DiMaggio was at the end of his life (emphasis on “bastard” — this guy had no social skills at all, and never had to learn any, I guess) and that pig Engelberg who managed to take over his estate, and then it ends.   Overall, a good overview with a good balance of baseball and shit-talk, although as I mentioned before, some of Cramer’s attempts to “talk like” the Clipper can grate.   (7/19/04)

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