The Art of Fielding is quite a lovely, comforting book. In many ways it was the perfect holiday read this summer. In many ways it should have been my perfect book – easy-to-read mid-brow fare, feted by the likes of Jonathan Franzen, giving some sort of insight into the human condition, and fundamentally all about baseball. And yet something was lacking, something wasn’t quite right. Read the rest of this entry »
Apologies for the lack of content, said the uncommitted blogger, always short of time, inspiration, motivation etc. Work is busy, so less time and energy to write. Well, that’s my excuse. To keep things ticking along, here are some other people’s words that I’ve been reading lately. They are far more illuminating and profound than anything I could produce, so this exercise is probably best for all of us. It also helps generate some kind of myth that I’m well-read and stuff. And there’s nothing an ineffective blogger likes more than stroking his fragile ego. Read the rest of this entry »
Wait until next year 