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270 pages, Hardcover
First published May 27, 2014
I will say that Longert's staccato prose leaves a lot to be desired. "This happened. Then this. Then another thing." He is also inconsistent in tone, an academic narrator that will without warning throw out a modern idiomatic expression or a bitingly sarcastic remark. That being said, his research was thorough and he does a great job bringing the reader back to a time when spitballs were legal, foul balls were thrown back to be reused, and spectators could picnic on the outfield grass during games; $5,000 was a blockbuster American League salary, and in the offseason players went home to work as miners, grocers, auto salesmen, and even doctors. Egos were much smaller. Indians legends like Tris Speaker, Stan Covelski, and Ray Chapman came to life, ceasing to be just names I'd heard about while growing up or black-and-white pictures I'd seen in Cooperstown. Baseball fans in 1920 were just as invested in their teams, if not more invested, than those of today, this never more apparent than during the miracle season of 1920 in Cleveland.
Can you imagine the TV viewership today if a World Series team that had their star player killed by a pitch earlier in the season came back to win it all, in his honor? Talk about the ultimate feel-good story to follow and cheer for. As it stands though, hardly a soul today could tell you anything about that fateful gray August day in New York, about Ray Chapman's horrible death, Carl Mays's guilt, and a city's great sadness - or their ultimate redemption and triumph over despair. I can't wait to visit Chapman's grave in Cleveland this summer with this story, and his realness, fresh in my mind.