Usually when I see a book this thick that’s been described as The Great American Novel, I run the other way screaming. I imagine I won’t be able to keep track of the characters, and there’ll be a ton of literary allusions I won’t understand, and on and on. And while there were plenty of literary references to Moby Dick I didn’t pick up on because I’ve never read it, it didn’t stop this from being one of my favorite books I’ve read in recent memory.
The pages fly by. I know I’m reading a good book when I finish a chapter and have to take a moment to soak in what just happened. And while it’s a novel that does have baseball in it, I think I had been prepped to believe it was heavy on the baseball, when it wasn’t really at all. So don’t let that stop you from giving it a shot.
I read it took the author ten years to write this. Let’s hope he doesn’t need another ten to write the next one.