George Plimpton did it all. He co-founded the literary magazine the Paris Review. He boxed and pitched and quarterbacked and dribbled with the pros. He wrestled the gun from the hand of the man who shot his friend Bobby Kennedy in Los Angeles. 

He interviewed Hemingway in Madrid and Ali in Zaire. He was in Lawrence of Arabia — and the Simpsons. He threw legendary parties. He was tall, erudite and impossibly enthusiastic. In George, Being George, a friend of his puts it this way: ”George saw everything out there as one huge, old swimming hole to plunge seriously into and come up with a fish in his mouth.

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