Novel Baseball
People ask me what I do in winter when there's no baseball. I'll tell you what I do. I stare out the window and wait for spring. --Rogers Hornsby
I spent many summers at baseball games in eastern Washington, where the weather is hot and dry, perfect for night games. One evening we watched a fire in the hills, entranced by both ballgame and shooting flames. A few years ago, on Vieques Island in Puerto Rico, we found a triple-header at the local park, complete with families, chickens and horses. Memorable.
There is something about baseball that inspires literature, be it the venue, the sounds, the community, the pace--deliberate, suspenseful, then a burst of excitement; I read that basketball is jazz, baseball is classical music. (The two genres are melded in the jazz opera Shadowball, about segregation, baseball and the heyday of jazz.)
After a column in April about baseball books, I got an e-mail from author Margot Livesey about The Might Have Been by Joseph Schuster. She said, "It's ostensibly about baseball but really about all the things that good novels are about--ambition, loss, longing, love." The same could be said of a last year's bestselling The Art of Fielding by Chad Harbach, now out in paperback. Or of The Entitled, a novel by Frank DeFord about old school meeting the modern game--reflective, funny, poignant. Author Lawrence Block nominated The Only Game in Town by Charles Einstein as the best baseball novel he's ever read. O Holy Cow, Phil Rizzuto's utterances turned into free verse, is not strictly fiction, but since it's poetry, slides in under the glove.
Baseball shows up frequently in a supporting role, too. Kristan Higgins, author most recently of Somebody to Love (HQN Books), was interviewed by ABC news on Yankees Opening Day. They spotted her as a fan, but didn't know that she works baseball into almost every book she writes. --Marilyn Dahl, reviews editor, Shelf Awareness



