As Patrick notes, in his excellent review
, there are stretches, snippets, lovely looping assessments about the game of baseball which made me want to get out a glove and smack my fist in it--when the book was firing full bore it felt good and simple and pleasurable: that glorious thwack
, the heat and tingle on the skin after.
I delighted for a hundred pages or so, then my mind wandered, and then I fell back in love, caught up, flaws and long stretches between pitches and all. Not unlike any 3 or 400 baseball games I've watched.