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Dirty Water: A Red Sox Mystery
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What is a baby - lightly drugged but otherwise healthy - doing abandoned in the players' chapel at Boston's Fenway Park? Meanwhile, the girlfriend of a player on the Red Sox's Portland, Maine, farm team is found beaten and drowned in Boston. Rocky Patel, a Boston PD homicide detective, catches both cases and quickly pieces together the connections between the two cases. But as good as Patel is, there's a blogger out there who always seems just a half step ahead of him and ultimately may be critical to solving the case. Baseball fans (citizens of Red Sox Nation in particular) will enjoy this one thoroughly. The authors use real players as characters and incorporate the best aspects of their public personas into the story. The plot unfolds intelligently, and Rocky Patel is a good guide through the proceedings. A solid contribution to the growing subgenre of baseball mysteries. Lukowsky, Wes.
An abandoned baby is found in the clubhouse at Fenway Park. The nurses at Deaconess name him Ted Williams, what else? A promising minor league pitcher goes missing. A player agent is caught up in a web of blackmail. A woman's body turns up in the Back Bay fens. Enter Rocky Patel, Boston Homicide Detective First Grade, ordered to connect the dots. And joining him out of left field, an anonymous blogger who knows too much.
What is a baby - lightly drugged but otherwise healthy - doing abandoned in the players' chapel at Boston's Fenway Park? Meanwhile, the girlfriend of a player on the Red Sox's Portland, Maine, farm team is found beaten and drowned in Boston. Rocky Patel, a Boston PD homicide detective, catches both cases and quickly pieces together the connections between the two cases. But as good as Patel is, there's a blogger out there who always seems just a half step ahead of him and ultimately may be critical to solving the case. Baseball fans (citizens of Red Sox Nation in particular) will enjoy this one thoroughly. The authors use real players as characters and incorporate the best aspects of their public personas into the story. The plot unfolds intelligently, and Rocky Patel is a good guide through the proceedings. A solid contribution to the growing subgenre of baseball mysteries. Lukowsky, Wes.
An abandoned baby is found in the clubhouse at Fenway Park. The nurses at Deaconess name him Ted Williams, what else? A promising minor league pitcher goes missing. A player agent is caught up in a web of blackmail. A woman's body turns up in the Back Bay fens. Enter Rocky Patel, Boston Homicide Detective First Grade, ordered to connect the dots. And joining him out of left field, an anonymous blogger who knows too much.
245 pages, Hardcover
First published August 15, 2008
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About the author
Mary-Ann Tirone Smith
19 books30 followersI was born and raised in Hartford, Connecticut and have lived in Connecticut all my life except for the two years I served as a Peace Corps volunteer on Mt. Cameroon, an active volcano rising nearly 14,000 feet above the equatorial sea. I have a fun family and a labradoodle named Saltalamacchia, also fun. "Salty," my first dog.
My grandparents on my father's side immigrated from the north of Italy, and on my mother's, Quebec. My fondest childhood memories are of sweltering summers blue-crabbing with my French-speaking grandfather from 5 a.m. until 5 p.m., my grandfather wearing a worn three-piece suit and cap, and me, my underpants. When I told my Italian grandfather that I would be going to Cameroon as a Peace Corps volunteer he told me there were very good grapes grown in Africa.
My brother was autistic, a savant, who would not allow singing, laughing, sneezing, electronic sound (including television, radio and anything that produced music), and the flushing of the toilet except when he was asleep and he never seemed to be asleep. He had a library of over two thousand books all on WWII. As his adjutant, I attained a vast pool of knowledge on such things as identifying fighter bombers from their silhouettes and why we dropped the atomic bomb. "To win the war," Tyler told me. "But it didn't work so we dropped another one. Victory at last."
The relationship with my brother was one of three influences on my writing; the second, my father's bedtime poetry and prose following the Our Father and Hail Mary. "My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings. Look upon my works ye mighty and despair!" The third influence was the shelf of classic children's literature my mother kept stocked with such gems as The Swiss Family Robinson, Bambi, Tom the Water-Boy, Silver Pennies, King Arthur and the Round Table, The Child's Odyssey. Somehow, The Bedside Esquire (1936) found its way to the shelf and I read the extraordinary short fiction within, including Hemingway's "The Snows of Kilimanjaro," Gallico's Keeping "Cool in Conneaut," Salinger's "For "Esmé with Love and Squalor," Hecht's "Snowfall in Childhood," and my favorite, "Latins Make Lousy Lovers," by Anonymous who turned out to be Helen Lawrenson, the only woman with a piece in the collection. (Sheesh.) Also in the collection was an excerpt from the novel, Christ in Concrete, by Pietro Di Donato, which so bowled me over that I decided then and there that I would be a writer, too, just like all the writers who wrote fiction for Esquire Magazine in 1936.
After Peace Corps service, I taught, worked as a librarian and got my first freelance writing job with Reader's Digest. The Digest editor assigned me sports and games for How to Do Just about Anything, a book which sold 50 million copies world-wide. Reader's Digest made a vast fortune on that book alone, while the writers earned $25 to $75 dollars per article. I learned economy of language writing such pieces as "How to Play Tennis" in fifty words.
In 2010, I was awarded the Diana Bennett Fellowship at the Black Mountain Institute at UNLV, where I wrote my most recent novel, The Honoured Guest: Anne Alger Craven, Witness to Sumter, in Her Words.
My work has been reprinted in several foreign languages. I have taught fiction and memoir writing at many venues including the Mark Twain House in Hartford, CT, and on the Aran Islands through the University of Ireland, Galway, and online via this website.
I spend time in Fall River, MA, where I took the tour of the Lizzie Borden house. By the time the tour had ended, I knew who killed Lizzie's parents and it surely wasn't Lizzie. The competition, however, is stiff. Since I started writing this novel, another novel with an entirely different take on the crime was published. And there is a film presently in the works, again, with another take altogether. I'll keep up my work on my own version, and I'm convinced, the real one.
Right now: On Sunday afternoon, April 15, 2018, I will p
My grandparents on my father's side immigrated from the north of Italy, and on my mother's, Quebec. My fondest childhood memories are of sweltering summers blue-crabbing with my French-speaking grandfather from 5 a.m. until 5 p.m., my grandfather wearing a worn three-piece suit and cap, and me, my underpants. When I told my Italian grandfather that I would be going to Cameroon as a Peace Corps volunteer he told me there were very good grapes grown in Africa.
My brother was autistic, a savant, who would not allow singing, laughing, sneezing, electronic sound (including television, radio and anything that produced music), and the flushing of the toilet except when he was asleep and he never seemed to be asleep. He had a library of over two thousand books all on WWII. As his adjutant, I attained a vast pool of knowledge on such things as identifying fighter bombers from their silhouettes and why we dropped the atomic bomb. "To win the war," Tyler told me. "But it didn't work so we dropped another one. Victory at last."
The relationship with my brother was one of three influences on my writing; the second, my father's bedtime poetry and prose following the Our Father and Hail Mary. "My name is Ozymandias, King of Kings. Look upon my works ye mighty and despair!" The third influence was the shelf of classic children's literature my mother kept stocked with such gems as The Swiss Family Robinson, Bambi, Tom the Water-Boy, Silver Pennies, King Arthur and the Round Table, The Child's Odyssey. Somehow, The Bedside Esquire (1936) found its way to the shelf and I read the extraordinary short fiction within, including Hemingway's "The Snows of Kilimanjaro," Gallico's Keeping "Cool in Conneaut," Salinger's "For "Esmé with Love and Squalor," Hecht's "Snowfall in Childhood," and my favorite, "Latins Make Lousy Lovers," by Anonymous who turned out to be Helen Lawrenson, the only woman with a piece in the collection. (Sheesh.) Also in the collection was an excerpt from the novel, Christ in Concrete, by Pietro Di Donato, which so bowled me over that I decided then and there that I would be a writer, too, just like all the writers who wrote fiction for Esquire Magazine in 1936.
After Peace Corps service, I taught, worked as a librarian and got my first freelance writing job with Reader's Digest. The Digest editor assigned me sports and games for How to Do Just about Anything, a book which sold 50 million copies world-wide. Reader's Digest made a vast fortune on that book alone, while the writers earned $25 to $75 dollars per article. I learned economy of language writing such pieces as "How to Play Tennis" in fifty words.
In 2010, I was awarded the Diana Bennett Fellowship at the Black Mountain Institute at UNLV, where I wrote my most recent novel, The Honoured Guest: Anne Alger Craven, Witness to Sumter, in Her Words.
My work has been reprinted in several foreign languages. I have taught fiction and memoir writing at many venues including the Mark Twain House in Hartford, CT, and on the Aran Islands through the University of Ireland, Galway, and online via this website.
I spend time in Fall River, MA, where I took the tour of the Lizzie Borden house. By the time the tour had ended, I knew who killed Lizzie's parents and it surely wasn't Lizzie. The competition, however, is stiff. Since I started writing this novel, another novel with an entirely different take on the crime was published. And there is a film presently in the works, again, with another take altogether. I'll keep up my work on my own version, and I'm convinced, the real one.
Right now: On Sunday afternoon, April 15, 2018, I will p
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June 8, 2009
I can sum this "book" up in one word. Awful. While reading this piece of trash, words like "Chernobyl" along with phrases like "Waste of time" and "Detroit Lions" came to mind.
The plot line is simple enough to understand, or it would have been if it had made much sense. The dialog makes anything read on screen by Hayden Christensen seem Shakespearean by comparison. The use of cute verbs like "Fed-Exed" in the narrative indictate a complete lack of understanding of the English language.
I had to put this book down time and again for hours while I tried to convince myself that, "It can't really be as bad as I think." When I did pick the book back up, many times it took only a paragraph or two to have me considering drinking a bottle of lye.
I'd say that the book does pick up towards the end, but after the first 150 or so pages, it only makes it less bad. The book could be improved greatly in an audio format, as read by the Bill Cosby character "Mush Mouth. It wouldn't change the quality of the story, but it'd damn sure make it more entertaining.
I'd recommend you read this dismal failure of a piece of literature yourself, but at best, you'd spend the remainder of your life creating a time machine to go back and stop yourself from reading it. At worst, well, let's just say that your retinas might detach as a self-defense mechanism.
Grades:
What the plot was supposed to be: B+
What the plot actually was: F-
Clear and concise imagery: F-
Understanding of the police investigative process: F-
Understanding of the television medium: F-
Use of Red Sox players and personnel to distract readers from plot: A-
Dialogue: T
The plot line is simple enough to understand, or it would have been if it had made much sense. The dialog makes anything read on screen by Hayden Christensen seem Shakespearean by comparison. The use of cute verbs like "Fed-Exed" in the narrative indictate a complete lack of understanding of the English language.
I had to put this book down time and again for hours while I tried to convince myself that, "It can't really be as bad as I think." When I did pick the book back up, many times it took only a paragraph or two to have me considering drinking a bottle of lye.
I'd say that the book does pick up towards the end, but after the first 150 or so pages, it only makes it less bad. The book could be improved greatly in an audio format, as read by the Bill Cosby character "Mush Mouth. It wouldn't change the quality of the story, but it'd damn sure make it more entertaining.
I'd recommend you read this dismal failure of a piece of literature yourself, but at best, you'd spend the remainder of your life creating a time machine to go back and stop yourself from reading it. At worst, well, let's just say that your retinas might detach as a self-defense mechanism.
Grades:
What the plot was supposed to be: B+
What the plot actually was: F-
Clear and concise imagery: F-
Understanding of the police investigative process: F-
Understanding of the television medium: F-
Use of Red Sox players and personnel to distract readers from plot: A-
Dialogue: T
August 17, 2015
My goodness, they actually got away with publishing contemporary baseball real person fanfic. It's a shame that Jorge Volpi isn't a Red Sox fan; he knows how to write this line of fiction correctly.
June 16, 2024
At the risk of mixing my Fenway songs, in the words of the sainted Sweet Caroline "So good!" "So good!" "So good!" This mystery totally rocks. The Fenway and Red Sox depictions are spot on, the storyline is compelling, and the center of the mystery raises some legitimate questions about foreign policy and human nature. The writing was so smooth it drew me right into the authors' world and I was sorry to leave it at the end of the book.
June 14, 2020
Red Sox theme
A baby is kidnapped and dropped off in the Sox clubhouse. The mother is found dead in the fens. The Boston PD find the family of the dead mother keeps getting in the way of their investigation and arrest of the killers.
Side theme is Cuban defectors smuggled into the US by Florida drug smugglers.
One side trip to LA sports agent.
A baby is kidnapped and dropped off in the Sox clubhouse. The mother is found dead in the fens. The Boston PD find the family of the dead mother keeps getting in the way of their investigation and arrest of the killers.
Side theme is Cuban defectors smuggled into the US by Florida drug smugglers.
One side trip to LA sports agent.
August 13, 2009
Mary-Ann Tirone Smith and Jere Smith's Dirty Water: A Red Sox Mystery is a unique murder mystery set against the backdrop of the 2007 Red Sox summer season. Fan favorites from Jason Veritek to David "Big Papi" Ortiz play minor to significant roles in uncovering the truth behind the death of Cinthia Sanchez, the abandonment of her child Arturo Sanchez (also known as Baby Ted Williams), and the Pestano Pipeline of illegal Cuban players making their way into Major League Baseball.
"Francona's door opened just as the players, like statues come to life, moved at the same time. They spread out through the clubhouse, dashed through the shower room and bathrooms, rifled through the lockers, looked in the wastebaskets, under the trainers' tables, rummaged through the equipment cases. Tito tried to make sense out of what Cochran was trying to tell him." (Page 13)
Red Sox fans will love this novel, and those who read mysteries will enjoy this police procedural as well. Readers could take a few chapters to get into the novel with its story followed by blog posts and comments. What Dirty Water has that many other mystery novels don't is a true feel for the city of Boston, Fenway, its fans, and the team. Smith and Smith are third and fourth generation Red Sox fans, and their knowledge shines through in every page as readers journey with Boston Police Detective Rocky Patel and Sargeant Marty Flanagan from Boston to Los Angeles to Florida and beyond.
"The sun is setting. The pock-marked ground is in shadows. The rookie thinks he sees a broken line--a groove; it cuts a faint four-foot-long path across the ground. His eyes follow the groove. He can make out more bits of that groove running toward Agassiz Road. Then he follows the groove in the other direction and not only makes out yet more bits and pieces heading into the reeds, he sees a second groove parallel to the first. He blinks. He leaps to his feet shouting to the two officers on patrol who have humored his hunt for "a clue." They have actually seen far more behavior in unjaded rookies than what this guy was doing." (Page 185-6)
Boston Police Detective Rocky Patel and Sargeant Marty Flanagan have different religions and methods, but each is dedicated to the job and justice. Beyond the mystery and the Red Sox trivia, Dirty Water uncovers the fear immigrants have of law enforcement authorities at the same time they struggle with the frustration of desiring justice from the same authorities. Overall, Dirty Water is a well crafted mystery, but readers may want a little more substance in terms of what motivates these characters, particularly those from immigrant families, to overcome their fears and join law enforcement.
"Francona's door opened just as the players, like statues come to life, moved at the same time. They spread out through the clubhouse, dashed through the shower room and bathrooms, rifled through the lockers, looked in the wastebaskets, under the trainers' tables, rummaged through the equipment cases. Tito tried to make sense out of what Cochran was trying to tell him." (Page 13)
Red Sox fans will love this novel, and those who read mysteries will enjoy this police procedural as well. Readers could take a few chapters to get into the novel with its story followed by blog posts and comments. What Dirty Water has that many other mystery novels don't is a true feel for the city of Boston, Fenway, its fans, and the team. Smith and Smith are third and fourth generation Red Sox fans, and their knowledge shines through in every page as readers journey with Boston Police Detective Rocky Patel and Sargeant Marty Flanagan from Boston to Los Angeles to Florida and beyond.
"The sun is setting. The pock-marked ground is in shadows. The rookie thinks he sees a broken line--a groove; it cuts a faint four-foot-long path across the ground. His eyes follow the groove. He can make out more bits of that groove running toward Agassiz Road. Then he follows the groove in the other direction and not only makes out yet more bits and pieces heading into the reeds, he sees a second groove parallel to the first. He blinks. He leaps to his feet shouting to the two officers on patrol who have humored his hunt for "a clue." They have actually seen far more behavior in unjaded rookies than what this guy was doing." (Page 185-6)
Boston Police Detective Rocky Patel and Sargeant Marty Flanagan have different religions and methods, but each is dedicated to the job and justice. Beyond the mystery and the Red Sox trivia, Dirty Water uncovers the fear immigrants have of law enforcement authorities at the same time they struggle with the frustration of desiring justice from the same authorities. Overall, Dirty Water is a well crafted mystery, but readers may want a little more substance in terms of what motivates these characters, particularly those from immigrant families, to overcome their fears and join law enforcement.
August 15, 2013
I decided to read this because my daughter has recently moved to Boston and I wanted to read something with local flavor. This book received some pretty good reviews, which gave me hope that it would be an above-average mystery.
Sad to say, this book missed the mark by a mile. The Red Sox team members make token appearances. They are not fleshed out at all; it is obvious that the writers, mother and particularly the son, are avid Red Sox fans and prime Yankee haters. The latter doesn't bother me, but the lack of nuance is just annoying. The main character, Rocky Patel, Detective First Grade for the Boston, PD, is a cardboard creation. The plot had the possibility of being complex and interesting, but it is pretty much thrown away. I kept thinking that Dennis Lehane could have woven a fascinating tale of the investigation of the murder of a young Latino woman and the kidnapping of her baby.
But worse than the lame characters and lifeless plot were the grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. These were so egregious that the same word would be spelled differently twice or thrice on the same page. "Sergeant" and "Sargeant" are used frequently (hint: the latter is incorrect). The term "McMansion" is followed a paragraph later by "MacMansion". I can understand this in a blogger's writing style, and evidently Jere Smith is a popular sports blogger. But Mary-Ann Tirone Smith has written nine previous books. Spell-check alone should have picked up these errors. The writing style is flat and stale.
In short, this book is only for the truest die-hard Red Sox fan.
Sad to say, this book missed the mark by a mile. The Red Sox team members make token appearances. They are not fleshed out at all; it is obvious that the writers, mother and particularly the son, are avid Red Sox fans and prime Yankee haters. The latter doesn't bother me, but the lack of nuance is just annoying. The main character, Rocky Patel, Detective First Grade for the Boston, PD, is a cardboard creation. The plot had the possibility of being complex and interesting, but it is pretty much thrown away. I kept thinking that Dennis Lehane could have woven a fascinating tale of the investigation of the murder of a young Latino woman and the kidnapping of her baby.
But worse than the lame characters and lifeless plot were the grammatical errors and spelling mistakes. These were so egregious that the same word would be spelled differently twice or thrice on the same page. "Sergeant" and "Sargeant" are used frequently (hint: the latter is incorrect). The term "McMansion" is followed a paragraph later by "MacMansion". I can understand this in a blogger's writing style, and evidently Jere Smith is a popular sports blogger. But Mary-Ann Tirone Smith has written nine previous books. Spell-check alone should have picked up these errors. The writing style is flat and stale.
In short, this book is only for the truest die-hard Red Sox fan.
October 22, 2008
Okay, so if you;re not a red sox fan, or not conversant with the geography of boston, you might not cozy up to this book. but I;m a mad sox fan, as anybody who knows me would attest, and this is a mystery that actually features the sox's 2007 team, and other very nicely-drawn characters--some real, some not. It;s interesting, moves along smartly, and builds to a nail-chewer finish. because it permits the odd real-language obscenity and a couple of murders, including one that comes off as truly sad and unwarranted, the reader can;t bank on the idea that everything will come out all right. I like that in my mysteries. the authors did a good job, even if the editor could use a box of commas (sigh. what is it about editors today, even at the big presses?).
Having said this, I apologize for my own erratic capitalization and punctuation here. I;m typing with my right hand in a cast, and I can;t reach the apostrophe or the right-hand shift key. Mea culpa.
Having said this, I apologize for my own erratic capitalization and punctuation here. I;m typing with my right hand in a cast, and I can;t reach the apostrophe or the right-hand shift key. Mea culpa.
August 12, 2010
An abandoned baby boy is found in the Red Sox clubhouse just before a double-header begins against the Yankees. And so begins a convoluted tale of baseball skull-duggery, human trafficking, and murder.
An anonymous blogger posts details of the case before the police know them. A minor league player is a suspect and David Ortiz is the only one who can help him clear himself. As Boston Homicide Detective First Grade, Rocky Patel, investigates the case of a murdered woman, he finds too many clues and too many mysteries blocking his path to the truth. A great story for baseball fans, it is filled with baseball history and players. Incredibly, the authors create a good edge-of-your-seat mystery with a satisfying ending.
I might have given it more stars, if the publishers had included pages 121-152 in the copy I was reading. But even without those pages, I was able to piece together most of what I missed and kept going. I had to know the ending.
An anonymous blogger posts details of the case before the police know them. A minor league player is a suspect and David Ortiz is the only one who can help him clear himself. As Boston Homicide Detective First Grade, Rocky Patel, investigates the case of a murdered woman, he finds too many clues and too many mysteries blocking his path to the truth. A great story for baseball fans, it is filled with baseball history and players. Incredibly, the authors create a good edge-of-your-seat mystery with a satisfying ending.
I might have given it more stars, if the publishers had included pages 121-152 in the copy I was reading. But even without those pages, I was able to piece together most of what I missed and kept going. I had to know the ending.
April 4, 2011
Yes, I'm a huge fan of baseball AND a Red Sox fan, so this book must have been written just for me! I really liked this story. I don't normally read many 'who-dunnits', but I'm glad to have made an exception here.
The entire story is well-crafted. It begins with a baby who has been abandoned at Fenway. The players and players' wives become part of the initial story. The story expands to include the baby's murdered mother, a local working-class family, a blogger, two primary Boston detectives, and some slimy, underworld characters who don't belong in the city I love! A west coast sports agent is at the center of everything, as he has recruited Cuban players, illegally.
The author has the story unravel carefully, using the thought and deduction, instead of earth-shattering clues and confessions that we find on television. I read this copy and had it inscribed for my daughter-in-law who lives in Boston. I hope she enjoys it too.
The entire story is well-crafted. It begins with a baby who has been abandoned at Fenway. The players and players' wives become part of the initial story. The story expands to include the baby's murdered mother, a local working-class family, a blogger, two primary Boston detectives, and some slimy, underworld characters who don't belong in the city I love! A west coast sports agent is at the center of everything, as he has recruited Cuban players, illegally.
The author has the story unravel carefully, using the thought and deduction, instead of earth-shattering clues and confessions that we find on television. I read this copy and had it inscribed for my daughter-in-law who lives in Boston. I hope she enjoys it too.
July 6, 2009
If you're an obsessed Red Sox fan, my suggestion is you get this book for the winter, and one day when there's snow on the ground, everything is shutdown, and there's no baseball in sight, get it out and read it.
It will hold you because of it's inside Sox color and a reminder of the 2007 season. It's also pretty good for those familiar with Fenway and the surrounding area.
As a mystery, it will hold you because of the Red Sox connection.
If you are not a Sox fan, I doubt you'll care much for the book.
The author's website is pretty good: letsgosox.blogspot.com
It will hold you because of it's inside Sox color and a reminder of the 2007 season. It's also pretty good for those familiar with Fenway and the surrounding area.
As a mystery, it will hold you because of the Red Sox connection.
If you are not a Sox fan, I doubt you'll care much for the book.
The author's website is pretty good: letsgosox.blogspot.com
October 18, 2009
I thought this book was pretty good. I liked the descriptions of the Red Sox and Red Sox Fans. I'm not entirely familiar with Boston, so those descriptions were on the boring side. The overall plot itself was pretty good, but the different pieces of the plot did not seem to mesh together very well as a story. Plus I found several grammatical errors. The Red Sox made it a decent read, without them, the book probably would have only gotten 1 or 2 stars. Non Boston/Red Sox people will not like this book. It was definitely meant for New Englanders.
March 16, 2009
Although I'm not a fan of police procedural novels, the Red Sox play a major role in this novel so when I received it as a gift for Christmas, I was looking forward to reading it. Parts of it got too graphic for my taste but I love the local color and I've already suggested it to a librarian friend as a potential purchase for any Sox fans she knows. If you area Red Sox fan, you should read this book. It will not disapoint.
August 27, 2009
I really expected to not like this one, and was prepared for some really bad crime writing (a "Red Sox mystery" sounded painfully dull). But it was actually fairly decent and moved along at a steady clip. All of the reviews I read for this book said "skip it if you are not familiar with Boston and are not a fan of the Red Sox" (check and check!) but a knowledge of either is not required to enjoy it.
stalled
April 2, 2009Got this at the NEIBA convention, signed by the author. The mystery part is pretty lackluster so far, but the first chapter or so was well worth it. People harassing Dustin Pedroia! Kevin Youkilis swearing! Jason Varitek saving babies! Shout outs to my local AA Red Sox affiliate! Seriously, this is literature.
January 20, 2009
A must read for Red Sox fans.
January 28, 2009
quick read. Not great writing but the Sox references were spot on
June 2, 2009
really fun and quick read, i enjoyed this.
October 19, 2009
Loved the Boston references
May 14, 2010
A good mystery about the Red Sox and the issue of illegal immigration in major league baseball.
July 25, 2015
Very good story
Enjoyed this book very much many twists and turns. You don't have to be a Sox fan to enjoy, but if you are it makes the story even better.
Enjoyed this book very much many twists and turns. You don't have to be a Sox fan to enjoy, but if you are it makes the story even better.
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