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At Westish College, a small school on the shore of Lake Michigan, baseball star Henry Skrimshander seems destined for big league stardom. But when a routine throw goes disastrously off course, the fates of five people are upended. Henry's fight against self-doubt threatens to ruin his future. College president Guert Affenlight, a longtime bachelor, has fallen unexpectedly and helplessly in love. Owen Dunne, Henry's gay roommate and teammate, becomes caught up in a dangerous affair. Mike Schwartz, the Harpooners' team captain and Henry's best friend, realizes he has guided Henry's career at the expense of his own. And Pella Affenlight, Guert's daughter, returns to Westish after escaping an ill-fated marriage, determined to start a new life. As the season counts down to its climactic final game, these five are forced to confront their deepest hopes, anxieties, and secrets. In the process they forge new bonds, and help one another find their true paths. Written with boundless intelligence and filled with the tenderness of youth, The Art of Fielding is an expansive, warmhearted novel about ambition and its limits, about family and friendship and love, and about commitment--to oneself and to others.
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Guardian Review
The Art of Fielding by Chad Harbach (Fourth Estate, pounds 8.99) It's easy to see why Harbach's debut novel of baseball, friendship and late-flowering love has done so well: it is charming, warm-hearted, addictive, and very hard to dislike. The story begins at an amateur baseball tournament in Peoria, Illinois, where Mike Schwartz, an outsized college athlete, notices "a scrawny novelty of a shortstop" fielding practice balls with an almost superhuman grace. He is Henry Skrimshander, the shortest member of an undistinguished team of South Dakota farm boys. Henry is on the point of being snapped up by a major league team for a six-figure sum when he falls victim to a sudden, inexplicable and total loss of form. The Art of Fielding feels like a novel from another, more innocent age. The plot perhaps cleaves too closely to the generic conventions of the team sports movie, right down to the climactic scene where everything depends on one moment's play, but it creates a richly peopled world that you can fully inhabit in your mind, and to which you long to return when you put it down. - Theo Tait It's easy to see why [Chad Harbach]'s debut novel of baseball, friendship and late-flowering love has done so well: it is charming, warm-hearted, addictive, and very hard to dislike. - Theo Tait.
New York Review of Books 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.
