…and I don’t mean the 1990s. Roger Angell was for a long time one of my favorite writers when it came to the game of baseball. His quiet eloquence about writing of the game (a game, not a sport), the imprint it had on this country and its history (is their any doubt Ken Burns’ Baseball was inspired by Angell’s writings?) made it come alive for me in a way that few others ever did.
Truth be told, I thought Angell had passed away long ago, so it was with great joy that I came upon this article of his in the New Yorker, where Angell, now well into his nineties, talks about what life is like when you’ve already made the clubhouse turn.
It’s a gem. Read the whole thing.
He’s the gem. I would like to be half that sharp NOW.
I have big issues with Ken Burns’ Baseball but I don’t blame them on Angell. I blame them on Burns.
Comment by Rob — February 25, 2014 @ 10:01 am
Agree with you there, Rob. I think Burns tried to play too much the racial angle on Baseball, but the clips alone are worth the entertainment on a December night when the MLB Network runs the series every offseason.
Comment by The Great White Shank — February 25, 2014 @ 8:29 pm