Review by New York Times Review
TO defenders of baseball and literary fiction, the charges against each are familiar, and overlapping: too slow, too precious, not enough action. The only realistic response is a resigned shrug. Guilty, and so what? You may as well complain that lemons are too yellow. The indictment amounts to a kind of category error; detractors went looking for entertainment, and found art instead. Chad Harbach makes the case for baseball, thrillingly, in his slow, precious and altogether excellent first novel, "The Art of Fielding." "You loved it," he writes of the game, "because you considered it an art: an apparently pointless affair, undertaken by people with a special aptitude, which sidestepped attempts to paraphrase its value yet somehow seemed to communicate something true or even crucial about the Human Condition. The Human Condition being, basically, that we're alive and have access to beauty, can even erratically create it, but will someday be dead and will not." If it seems a stretch for a baseball novel to hold truth and beauty and the entire human condition in its mitt, well, "The Art of Fielding" isn't really a baseball novel at all, or not only. It's also a campus novel and a bromance (and for that matter a full-fledged gay romance), a comedy of manners and a tragicomedy of errors - the baseball kind as well as the other kind, which as Alexander Pope pointed out also has something to do with the human condition. But it starts and ends with baseball. The novel centers on the Westish College Harpooners, a Division III team from the Wisconsin side of Lake Michigan that sees its fortunes rise and then rise some more with the arrival of a nearly magical young shortstop named Henry Skrimshander. Henry is an infield savant, scrawny but supremely gifted, and by his junior year he's chasing records and being scouted by the majors as a top draft prospect. Then, in the baseball equivalent of a werewolf movie, it all goes terribly wrong: Henry changes, before his teammate's horrified eyes, into Chuck Knoblauch. In other words (for those who don't remember Knoblauch's struggles with the turn-of-the-millennium Yankees), he enters a prolonged and agonizing funk in which, for no good reason, he finds it impossible to field his position. "Only two balls were hit to Henry," Harbach writes in one of many crisp passages about what it's like to play the game. "Both times he double-clutched and made a soft, hesitant throw. Instead of rifle shots fired at a target, they felt like doves released from a box." If it's painful to watch Henry fall apart, it's excruciating to track his dissolution thought by anguished microthought: "The distance called for a casual sidearm fling - he'd done it ten thousand times. But now he paused, double-clutched. He'd thrown the last one too soft, better put a little mustard on it - no, no, not too hard, too hard would be bad too. He clutched again. Now the runner was closing in, and Henry had no choice but to throw it hard, really hard, too hard for Ajay to handle from 30 feet away." This is the paradox of sports novels, which like all novels thrive by leaving their heroes vulnerable and exposed: the worse the play, the better the fiction. As befits a shortstop, Henry is the linchpin around which the book's other major characters revolve. These include a couple of his teammates, the lumbering catcher and captain Mike Schwartz, who is moved to recite Robert Lowell when he first sees Henry play, and the skilled hitter (and fervent environmentalist) Owen Dunne, who introduces himself to Henry with the statistically improbable phrase "I'll be your gay mulatto roommate." They also include a couple of people who might quaintly be called team boosters: the college president, Guert Affenlight, and his prodigal daughter, Pella, who has fled her marriage and is enduring a crisis of confidence that echoes Henry's own. Over the capacious expanse of the novel's 500 pages, these characters come together and move apart in ways that a resident adviser might not recommend but that remind us our lives are shaped at least as much by our mistakes as by our ideals. Measured against other big, ambitious debuts by striving young writers (Harbach is a founder and editor of the literary magazine n+1), "The Art of Fielding" is surprisingly old-fashioned and almost freakishly well behaved. There's some strained humor in the early going, when Harbach seems unsure of his register, but once he settles into a mildly satiric mode of psychological realism - the mode of latter-day Jonathan Franzen, rather than the high turbulence of David Foster Wallace - the book assumes an attractive, and fitting, 19th-century stateliness. President Affenlight is a Melville scholar, and thanks to a discovery he made during his undergraduate days at Westish, the school has adopted Melville as its presiding spirit: hence the Harpooner mascot, and hence the brooding Melville statue that looks out over the lake. (In this light, Henry's surname seems a remnant of the jokier book Harbach may have intended, but oh well: silly names are so much a feature of serious fiction these days that it's hard to object, and in any case he's mostly called "Skrimmer" or "Skrim.") IN fact, the novel is so rife with literary allusions that you have to wonder whether Harbach, who studied English at Harvard, cares more about baseball or books: a sport, or a pastime? Besides Lowell and Melville, there are explicit or implicit references to Emerson and Dickinson and Whitman, to "Death in Venice" and "A Prayer for Owen Meany"; even the title, "The Art of Fielding," can be read as a winking reference to that other Henry, who knew something about satiric novels. So it feels exactly right that Henry's crisis is precipitated by overanalysis - he's paralyzed by thought, by an inability to simply act (or react). This is credible from a sports point of view, and fraught with significance from a literary one. Thinking, after all, is a writer's primary weapon, but every writer knows it's double-edged; live too much in your head and you don't live enough in the world. This is Hamlet's quandary, and, as one character unsurprisingly notes, also Prufrock's: "Do I dare, and do I dare?" Harbach's achievement is to transfer the thinking man's paralysis to the field of play, where every hesitation is amplified and every error judged by an exacting, bloodthirsty audience. "We all have our doubts and fragilities," Affenlight thinks, "but poor Henry had to face his in public at appointed times, with half the crowd anxiously counting on him and the other half cheering for him to fail." Last year, in an essay in n+1 contrasting the writing culture of M.F.A. programs with that of the New York-based publishing industry, Harbach argued that commercial pressures push nonacademic writers to be "readable" and "middlebrow." These aren't necessarily insults - the middlebrow is where art and entertainment get together over canapés and cold beers, and Harbach knows it: in the same essay, he first cited Franzen's "Freedom" as an archetype of the New York middlebrow, then praised it as "the best American novel of the young millennium." It's worth observing that when Harbach wrote those words, he had already received a significant advance for the very Franzen-like "Art of Fielding." So his reflections on market pressure and the "deep authorial desire to communicate to the uninterested" have, in retrospect, the frisson of a writer anxious he was selling out. He needn't worry. Failure and success and outsize ambition - "to want to be perfect," as Henry puts it; "to want everything to be perfect" - these are fitting themes for a crowd-pleasing baseball story, yes, but they are also the natural concerns of a serious artist coming to terms with his powerful talent and intentions. Welcome to the big leagues, kid. Now get out there and play. 'We all have our doubts and fragilities, but poor Henry had to face his in public at appointed times.' Gregory Cowles is an editor at the Book Review.
Copyright (c) The New York Times Company [September 11, 2011]
Review by Booklist Review
*Starred Review* Sports fiction has a built-in plot problem. The drama usually rides on a team's success or failure as it moves through a season to the Big Game. The team either overcomes adversity and wins, following in the cliche-strewn tradition of everything from The Bad News Bears to Rocky, or it loses, a literarily more resonant route, to be sure, but inevitably unsatisfying if the reader has become a fan along the way. First-novelist Harbach finds an inventive and thoroughly satisfying solution to the Big Game problem, and it works because the reader doesn't live or die with what happens on the field. This sprawling multiple-story saga follows the coming-of-age and midlife crises of five characters at Westish College, a small liberal-arts school in Wisconsin. At the center of it all is Henry Skrimshander, a shortstop of phenomenal ability who has led the school's baseball team to unprecedented heights. Then a wildly errant throw from Henry's usually infallible arm provides the catalyst for game-changing events not only in Henry's life but also in those of his roommate, Owen Dunne; his best friend and mentor, the team's catcher, Mike Schwartz; the school's president, Guert Affenlight; and the president's daughter, Pella. In an immediately accessible narrative reminiscent of John Irving, Harbach (cofounder of the popular literary journal n+1) draws readers into the lives of his characters, plumbing their psyches with remarkable psychological acuity and exploring the transformative effect that love and friendship can have on troubled souls. And, yes, it's a hell of a baseball story, too, no matter who wins.--Ott, Bil. Copyright 2010 Booklist
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Review by Publisher's Weekly Review
Harbach's popular debut is part baseball novel, part campus satire, part exploration of male friendship, and part warped 21st-century love story. Juggling all of this would be a heavy burden for any narrator, and while Holter Graham can't quite keep all the balls in the air, he does deliver an engaging performance. Graham handles Harbach's prose gingerly, delicately threading his way through the book's elegant descriptions of life on the baseball diamond. Additionally, Graham delivers distinct voices for Harbach's characters, including wizardly shortstop Henry Skrimshander, college president Guert Affenlight, and Affenlight's searching daughter, Pella. If something of the book's grandeur is lost in the transition to audio, Graham's narration allows listeners-from baseball novices to scholars-an opportunity to immerse themselves in the supremely alluring world of Westish College. A Little, Brown hardcover. (Dec.) (c) Copyright PWxyz, LLC. All rights reserved.
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Review by Library Journal Review
In this deft first novel, a baseball prodigy comes to Westish College, a small school in upper Wisconsin. Henry Skrimshander is recruited by Mike Schwartz, who plays at Westish and recognizes Henry as one of the greatest shortstops ever. Henry's roommate, the pot-smoking, gay, African American Owen Dunne, also joins the team. College president Guert Affenlight develops a passionate crush on Owen, with whom he improbably begins a clandestine relationship. Unfortunately, as Henry closes in on a fielding milestone, he loses his confidence and falls apart. Guert's long-lost daughter, who has returned to Westish after the collapse of her marriage and hooked up with Mike, tries to help Henry find his throwing arm again. Meanwhile, the ongoing affair between Owen and Guert becomes increasingly difficult to hide as the book climaxes at the Division III national championship. VERDICT Succeeding on many levels, this highly enjoyable and intelligent novel offers several coming-of-age tales set against the background of an exciting and convincing baseball drama. Harbach paints a humorous and resonant portrait of a small college community while effectively portraying the Wisconsin landscape and a lake that provides an almost mystical source of solace and renewal. This should be a popular novel. [See Prepub Alert, 3/14/11.]-Jim Coan, SUNY Coll. at Oneonta (c) Copyright 2011. Library Journals LLC, a wholly owned subsidiary of Media Source, Inc. No redistribution permitted.
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Review by Kirkus Book Review
An amiable, Middle American, baseball-centric coming-of-age tale.Henry Skrimshander seems bound for nowhere special, and fast. He's good enough out on the field, but not quite good enough for the Majors or the Ivy League; as he knows, "College coaches were like girls: their eyes went straight to the biggest, bulkiest guys, regardless of what those guys were really worth." Through good dumb luck, though, catcher Mike Schwartz discovers Henry and gets him a scholarship at Westish College, a middling but OK school up by Lake Michigan, which, though not of Ivy standing, doesn't lack for cliques and cabals. Henry feels somewhat adrift there, though he's steadied by the odd wisdom of the book that gives Harbach's its title. "Death is the sanction of all that the athlete does," runs one of its apothegms, even though death seems less a part of baseball than of, say, bullfighting. Henry's parents are somewhat more than adrift when they learn that he's bunking with a gay roommate who helpfully buys their son clothes so that he can fit in; their small-town heads are in full swoon, but no more than the school's eccentric president, who decides that he might be in love with one of his students at the time that his divorcee adult daughter returns home to whip up storms of the heart all her own. The tale takes turns reminiscent ofThe World According to Garp, though the influence is incidental; Harbach would seem to owe as much to Twain and Vonnegut as to anyone else. In the end, nothing ever quite turns out like anyone expects, which, as grown-ups know, is the nature of life. The recognition of that truth can lead novelists and their characters into cynicism or lazy contempt, but Harbach's keep both stiff upper lips and smiles on their faces.A promising debutand one guaranteed to draw attention, for it commanded an unusually big advance and will likely be pushed accordingly. Stay tuned.]] Copyright Kirkus Reviews, used with permission.
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