The Great American Novel
Gil Gamesh, the only pitcher who ever literally tried to kill the umpire. The ex-con first baseman John Baal, “The Babe Ruth of the Big House,” who never hit a homerun sober. If you’ve never heard of them — or of the Ruppert Mundy’s, the only homeless big-league ball team in American history — it’s because of the Communist plot and the capitalist scandal that expunged the...more
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Roth does ...more
Which is what Great American Novels do. They digress. The Adventures of Huckleberry Finn - endless river raftin ...more
The narrator regales us with the tale of a forgotten, eradicated baseball league ...more
But. My god, this is a hysterical novel. You've heard of the state of Major League Baseball during WWII, when so many able-bodied young ballplayers were at war that the standards for entry in MLB were lower than? Pete Gray, the one-armed outfielder for the Browns? Joe Nuxhall, who appeared in a game at the age ...more
1. SS Frenchy Asterte- "Unlucky Asterte" couldn't speak English and had no country to call his own.
2. 2B Nickname Damur- A 92lb 14 year old boy who was more interested with getting himself a new name than his play on the field.
3. 1B John Baal- Grandson of "Base," son of "Spit," both legendary (and banned for life) Patriot Leaguers. John was a power hitter...but only if he was drunk.
4. C Hothead Ptah- Hothead had a wooden leg and liked to argue.
5. L ...more
The writing of this is typical 1970's humor. Think M*A*S*H (yes, I know the book was published in '68, but the movie was released in '70, which helped popularize the book series) or the works of Kurt Vonnegut. It's a sort of intelligentsia humor. Sophisticated. Dry. Not a laugh-out-loud type of humor. And for me, this didn't work.
I have to be up-front. I'm not a huge baseball fan. I enjoy it a little bit more, now as I'm older and can look for ...more
Philip Roth is an amazing writer and I think he had to get things out of his system before reaching the consistent plateau he has been on. After reading this, The Breast and his Nixon book (Our Gang), I decided to skip a lot of his early/m ...more
Not as much as Smitty "Word" Smith however. He is the narrator who follows and chronicles the woes of the fictional Ruppert Mundays during the first year of America's involvement in World War II, when many of ...more
Although it seems like I travel often enough, my trips of the past couple of years have been mostly for conferences, book festivals and other events where I read from Dakota, Or What’s a Heaven For, gamely hoping to connect with new readers.
Over the holidays, however, my partner and I took a “vacation,” that is, we traveled for the purpose of being purposeless, which i ...more
- Pretty much anything by Thomas Pynchon.
Partly because it's farce, and satire, and hilariously ridiculous, but also generally what one might term (if one was feeling particularly archaic, or in need of alliteration) as a 'rollicking ride' - it has some of that same ability to make chaos into something that pulls you along with it even when you don't quite know why one thing turns into another t ...more
But this book is really funny. It's the most outrageous, irreverent, sexual, and scatalogical book ever written about baseball. It's exactly like having Howard Stern rewrite THE GLORY OF THEIR TIMES as a porno movie! Then again, it's also like THE BAD NEWS BEARS if it was directed by Stanley Kubrick as a sequel to A CLOCKWORK ORANGE.
The year is 1943. The Ruppert Mundys, the last place team in the o ...more
I bought an old used hardcover of this book a few years ago but never really felt ready to tackle it. That title felt a little too heavy for ...more
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"And who does in this world, Roland? Only the gifted and the beautiful and the brave? What about the rest of us, Champ? What about the wretched, for example? What about the weak and the lowly and the desperate and the fearful and the deprived, to name but a few who come to mind? What about losers? What about failures? What about the ordinary fucking outcasts of this world - who happen to comprise ninety percent of the human race! Don't they have dreams, Agni? Don't they have hopes? Just who told you clean-cut bastards own the world anyway? Who put you clean-cut bastards in charge, that's what I'd like to know! Oh, let me tell you something. All-American Adonis : you fair-haired sons of bitches have had your day. It's all over, Agni. We're not playing according to your clean-cut rules anymore - we're playing according to our own! The Revolution has begun! Henceforth the Mundys are the master race! Long live Glorious Mundy!”