Jack Reacher, Centerfielders, and Fuel Injection
Odd mix of books in my rotation right now:
In my continuing attempt to mirror Joe’s progression through the top ranks of mystery writers (just a few months behind), I picked up the first Lee Child novel, Killing Floor — I’m looking forward to starting a series that will keep me busy for a while — and Jack Reacher is one of the classic modern mystery protagonists. Perfect reading for sitting inside out of the 100* heat (or rain, or whatever particular piece of weather we are being assaulted with on a given summer day).
I’ve already read a lot of baseball books this year, but when I saw Doug Glanville had written his first book, I had no choice but to tear into it — and I wasn’t disappointed. Glanville was the centerfielder/leadoff hitter for the Phillies from 1998-2002, and was widely recognized as the best source for funny and insightful postgame comments. What struck me as I read his book is that he’s kind of the anti-Canseco. You won’t find steroid accusations or bizarre A-Rod/girlfriend scandals; The Game from Where I Stand is a candid, honest discussion about the pressures of being a professional athlete, particularly the struggles of being a thoughtful, self-aware athlete surrounded by people incapable of or unwilling to show weakness. Reminded me a bit of Paul Shirley’s book Can I Keep My Jersey?, and Matt McCarthy’s Odd Man Out, two books I really enjoyed.
And lastly, I’m eagerly awaiting the arrival of a book I ordered a couple days ago, bound to take the world by storm and rocket up the NYT nonfiction bestseller’s list: Performance Fuel Injection Systems. OK, maybe it’s not everyone’s ideal pleasure reading, but it’s a good reminder that virtually no subject or title is too obscure for us to seek out — if it’s out there, we’ll do our best to get it for you.



Isn’t that a cute guy? We’re putting our pouty faces on. As usual the picture has nothing to do with the blog, but I’m vainly trying to get your attention. The good news is that he looks very little like his father. Anyway, the family is out of town for a few days so suddenly I have a little time to read. If you’ve read my previous blogs you are familiar with this theme. I love those little people, but it’s hard to read as much as I want to when they are around. (of course I can read like eight hours a day – seriously – so reading enough may not be the best way to put it) At any rate, the point is that I obsess about what I get to read when I get to read. Here are a few things that I’m working on.






Tidying up the First Editions room a few months ago – and trying to maintain some semblance of order in there ever since – has been interesting for me because I’ve gotten to look at every single book IN there, and there are lots of books and authors I wouldn’t have really known much about if I hadn’t done that. For example: 