This piece originally appeared in the eighth issue of The Classical Magazine. It is reprinted here with permission.
They came to Ted Williams the way those eight ill-fated adventurers came to Everest, thinking they could scale it, conquer it, reduce it to something mortals could comprehend. John Updike almost made it to the top when he wrote that gods don't answer letters, but Ed Linn got off just as good a line in Sport magazine summing up Williams's last game: "And now Boston knows how England felt when it lost India." Leigh Montville weighed in with an almost poetically profane biography, and now Ben Bradlee Jr. has delivered a massive biography of his own at nearly 1,000 pages. But none of them—and I'm talking about a great novelist, two splendid sportswriters, and a deeply committed researcher here—made it to the top of the mountain where dwelled Ted Williams, the Splendid Splinter, the Kid.