THE PARADOX MEN - Book review

Charles L. Harness’s classic novel The Paradox Men was first published as a short story in 1949 and then in novel form in 1953. There’s an Introduction by Brian Aldiss – I read this after I’d finished the book.

We’re in the future – 2177 – (as viewed from the late 1940s), after the Third War. Now, there are small settlements on the Moon, Mercury and solarion stations that hover over the sun’s hot spots, the latter stations  harvesting invaluable muirium. Of the original 27 solarions only 16 now remain; ‘the average life of a station was about a year’ (p114).

It begins with a sort of prologue: ‘He had not the faintest idea who he was’ (p10). At this point we don’t know either. Then we’re straight into the action with a superior thief in the Society of Thieves, Alar, who is burgling Count Shey’s demesne. Shey is future Earth’s Imperial Psychologist. Alar is discovered but escapes. Alar is protected by a plastic invisible shell that makes him impervious to gunfire; however, sword and knife blades can penetrate the carapace. Swords and duelling have made a comeback!

Meanwhile, the Chancellor of America Imperial, Bern Haze-Gaunt is at loggerheads with his female partner, Keiris who used to be married to Kennicot Muir, who had created the Society of Thieves which was dedicated to rob from the rich and buy the freedom of slaves. Keiris is not quite what she appears.

Haze-Gaunt employs a disfigured man, the Microfilm Mind – ‘he functions on a subconscious level and uses the sum total of human knowledge on every problem given him’ (p29). In effect, he scans thousands of books and documents in order to formulate responses – much like AI today.

Imperial Police seem to be everywhere. This is a police state, after all.

There are debates and observations on time and space and gravity which threaten to be mind-boggling, and yet they’re carried off convincingly.

Alar joined the Society of Thieves five years ago and has no recollection of his life before that... So this is a quest for his identity, but also an attempt to overthrow the present administration. In his journey Alar begins to discover certain abilities he was not aware he possessed. His relationship with Keiris develops: there is a devastating revelation in Chapter 14 following an unpleasant torture...

The ending is probably not the ending but most likely the beginning...

Editorial comment:

Uses IP’s for Imperial Police; it shouldn’t have an apostrophe: IPs would do.

They travel to the Galastarium (p88) and yet on the same page it’s spelled Galactarium!

RADIGAN - Book review

Louis L’Amour’s novel Radigan was first published in 1958.

Tom Radigan has worked on his land at Vache Creek in New Mexico for five years with the help of half-breed John Child. He’s taken aback when a Texan woman, Angelina Foley, comes into the nearby town claiming the land is hers, not Tom’s. She backs up the claim with a Spanish grant and about thirty men, mostly hardcase gunfighters, and several hundred of cattle.

Told in third person omniscient point-of-view, the story moves along fast with L’Amour’s inimitable wry viewpoint.

Radigan’s gaze was ‘disconcertingly direct in times of trouble, and men who faced him at such times found that gaze unnerving and upsetting to sudden action. At least such reports had come from three men... two others had been in no condition to volunteer any information’ (p5).

Radigan and Child are joined by the latter’s adopted daughter, eighteen-year-old Gretchen; he traded four horses for her from the Comanche Indians.

Convinced that the Foley claim is bogus, Radigan is determined to fight for what is rightfully his.

Like many L’Amour westerns, you cross a well-described land, knowing that the author has trod and ridden here and he is familiar with the whole terrain. And there's a map of the relevant area. The various characters are neatly drawn with a few brush-strokes. The descriptions are at many times visual, so that you’re there:

‘Raindrop felt his cheeks with blind, questing fingers... the black trunks of the trees were like iron bars against the grey of gathering pools’ (p12).

‘The stage rolled to a stop and the cloud of dust that had pursued it now caught up and drifted over it, settling on the horses and around them’ (p57).

‘Firelight flickered on the flanks of the horses and reflected from polished saddle leather’ (p82).

There is a fist-fight or two, a gunfight, all leavened with suspense and action, and not forgetting humour:

‘he was thinking, working around the herd of his thoughts trying to get a rope on the one he needed...’ (p120)

‘Loma Coyote was not much as towns went, and as towns went, Loma Coyote would someday go’ (p155).

‘My name is Will Haftowate. And that’s what you’ll have to do’ (p161).

A satisfying quick read.

SHAKESPEARE'S PLANET - Book review

Clifford D. Simak’s novel Shakespeare’s Planet was published in 1976. After a thousand years in space, The Ship lands on a planet. Unfortunately, three of the four humans have died due to a malfunction in the cryogenic system, so when Horton is revived, he is alone – apart from the robot Nicodemus. Ship comprises the minds of three – a monk, a grande dame and a scientist. ‘It was only when the three were one, a one unconscious of the three, that the melding of three brains and of three personalities approached the purpose of their being’ (p1). It seems there’s a Biblical allusion here: ‘As the centuries went on, they were collectively convinced they would become, in all truth, the Ship and nothing but the Ship’ (p2). The three minds frequently ‘converse’, explaining how they became The Ship.

Horton and Nicodemus encounter a strange rather vicious creature that is named Carnivore. Not so long ago, Carnivore had shared the planet with a human who called himself Shakespeare, who was a bit of philosopher: ‘The emergence of intelligence, I am convinced, tends to unbalance the ecology. In other words, intelligence is the great polluter. It is not until a creature begins to manage its environment that nature is thrown into disorder’ (p119).

Sometimes Carnivore has an inverted way of expressing himself, much like Yoda in Star Wars: ‘You mean fix it you cannot?’ (p124).

Nicodemus is an interesting character in his own right. He is a basic robot though he can turn his hand to all manner of skills thanks to a number of transmogs that he can plug into – essentially computer apps.

Horton perceives a number of most puzzling aspects to this new planet, including the strange phenomenon of ‘the god-hour’, ancient derelict cities, a potentially sinister black pond, the mysterious arrival of the human female Elayne, and a wormhole that is blocked. ‘Just when you feel that you are ready to grasp some meaning of it, then it is all gone’ (p136).

There is not a lot of action, but there is plenty of mystery. Some of the best bits involve Nicodemus’s humour.

An imaginative excursion. 

THE FACE OF A STRANGER - Book review

 

Anne Perry’s Victorian crime novel The Face of a Stranger was published in 1990. This is the first William Monk book – there were 24 altogether. However, Perry had already had published nine books featuring her team of Thomas and Charlotte Pitt (there are 32 in this series). At the time of her death in 2023, aged 84, she’d had 102 books published.

At the end of July, 1856, William Monk regains consciousness in hospital. He’d forgotten his name and all of his past up to the accident three weeks earlier. He soon learns that he is Peeler, a Metropolitan Police Detective Inspector. An envelope in his belongings tells him his home address – 27 Grafton Street – where for the first time he looks in a mirror. ‘It was not that it displeased him especially, but it was the face of a stranger, and not one easy to know’ (p20).

Briefly, he visits his sister (knowledge gleaned from his desk) in Northumberland where he recuperates. When he returns to work, his boss Runcorn gives him a difficult six-week-old murder case to solve. Major the Honourable Joscelin Grey, a Crimean war hero and a popular man about town has been killed in his rooms. He’s teamed up with a novice, John Evan.

Monk’s problems are mounting. He can barely remember how to behave as a detective, though happily he has his wits about him and conceals his memory loss, not wanting to lose his job. From what he can discover, he had not been particularly liked by his fellow policemen. Piecing together his past was going to be no easy task: ‘...learn to know himself, and he would grow firmer memories in reality. His sanity would come back; he would have a past to root himself in, other emotions, and people’ (p67).

Runcorn suspects a member of the House of Lords but has no proof. Monk has to tread carefully – again at risk of losing his job. During his investigation, Monk meets a number of gentry as well as a nurse recently returned from the Crimea, Hester Latterly. ‘Hester was abrasive, contemptuous of hypocrisy and impatient of dithering or incompetence and disinclined to suffer foolishness with any grace at all. She was also fonder of reading and study than was attractive in a woman, and not free of the intellectual arrogance of one to whom thought comes easily’ (p174). Hester is indeed a worthy foil for Monk.

The Crimean War figures in the story through traumatic memories, and includes snippets about Alan Russell, the brave war correspondent and Rebecca Box, a heroic nurse. The terrible slums of the London rookeries are depicted well. It is not all grim; there is humour and some enjoyable verbal fencing.

Perry’s grasp of the Victorian period brings the story to life. There is one moment that brought to mind Michael Dibden’s The Last Sherlock Holmes Story (1978); however, as the tale went on I was happily disabused of that thought entirely. If I had one criticism it would be Perry resorting to dialect for a few minor characters.

An excellent historical mystery novel.

DRAGON TEETH - Book review

Michael Crichton’s novel Dragon Teeth was published in 2017, nine years after his death. There’s no indication as to whether the completed work was entirely by him or someone else contributed or finished it. 

It’s based on much historical fact. In 1875 eighteen-year-old William Johnson made a bet with a college friend to join the archaeological expedition of Professor O.C. Marsh in his quest for dinosaur bones. This was then considered a dubious endeavour at the time: ‘many prominent ministers and theologians explicitly denounced ungodly paleontological research’ (p28). Marsh was quite a character and ‘was a good friend of Red Cloud’ (p41). Inexplicably, Marsh abandoned Johnson in Cheyenne. Johnson then teams up with Marsh’s competitor, E.D. Cope and his team, among them a chap called George Morton. They head further west, into the Badlands and the Black Hills.

Johnson’s peregrinations are shown on a helpful map at the front. He encounters a number of famous characters, among them Wyatt Earp and Robert Louis Stevenson, as well as hostile Sioux who have recently sent General Custer to the Happy Hunting Ground.

Interspersed throughout the narrative are extracts from the journals of Marsh, Cope and Johnson.

While most of the characters are based on real people, Johnson is fictitious. The final third of the book is the most interesting, being almost entirely pure fiction, whereas the first two thirds seem slow as the story tends to stick to real events (though condensed from a number of years of historical reports).  This is not the only book about the fascinating ‘Bone Wars’ between Cope and Marsh which took place over a period of ten years. There are four pages of bibliography – books that Crichton consulted to get the flavour of the individuals, the period and the historic events leading up to the unearthing of Brontosaurus teeth – dragon teeth.

Writers are urged to ‘show’ not ‘tell’. Most of this book is ‘tell’ all the way, with authorial interjections about scientific theories, without any attempt to let the characters learn themselves.

An interesting treatment of the period. A quick read. 

BY THE RIVERS OF BABYLON - Book review

Nelson DeMille’s By the Rivers of Babylon was published in 1978. He’d had about eight books published before this, but this was his breakout novel. 

Although written and published over forty years ago, it has chilling relevance even today.

A UN conference in New York is on the cusp of bringing peace to the Middle East. Two brand-new Concorde planes (01 and 02) have just been delivered to Israel to take about fifty peace delegates in each aircraft to the conference.

Onboard the 02 aircraft is Miriam Bernstein, the Deputy Minister of transportation, who was a child-survivor of the Nazi death camps. Her lover is Air Force Brigadier Teddy Laskov; he is flying an escort F14 plane. Among others on 02 are El Al’s Security Chief Jacob Hausner, an ex-intelligence man; General Benjamin Dobkin; and the pilot Captain David Becker.

A Lear private jet contacts the two Concorde planes shortly after they take off, advising their pilots that there is a bomb in the tail of both aircraft which can be activated remotely. The terrorist in the Lear plane is Rish, a man Hausner has encountered before. The terrorists’ purpose is to wreck the peace conference.

The planes are ordered to land next to the River Euphrates – by the ruins of Babylon. Waiting for them are over 150 Palestinian terrorists – Ashbals – orphans of the wars with Israel. ‘They’ve been indoctrinated with hate since the day they could comprehend. They reject all normal standards of behaviour. Hatred of Israel is their tribal religion’ (p159).

The tension never lets up as the Israelis crash land and, with a handful of weapons, make a desperate stand. There are heroes, cowards, betrayers and villains aplenty, and both good and bad people die...

Unputdownable.

THE GATE OF WORLDS - Book Review

Robert Silverberg’s 1967 novel The Gate of Worlds was published in the UK in 1978. It’s an alternative history, set in 1963. Eighteen-year-old Englishman Dan Beauchamp is sailing from Byzantium England to Mexico on the evening of King Richard’s coronation to seek his fortune. Aircraft haven’t been invented yet, but they’re working on it. The Turkish conquest of Europe was long ago now, though they had left England. ‘People who try to rule over other people are going to be hated. That’s true of Turks in Europe, of Incas in the lower Hesperides, of Aztecs elsewhere in the New World, of Russians in Asia’ (p15).

This is a first-person narrative, vastly inferior to Silverberg’s excellent historical novel Lord of Darkness (1983). Yet it is fascinating in relating the coal-driven motor cars, ‘the electrical voice-transmitting machine is not yet perfected’ (p145), and the violent customs of the Incas he befriends on his way. It is laced with self-deprecating humour, too. ‘I was coming to like Mexican food, which was just as well, since I stood little chance of tasting Yorkshire pudding and leg of mutton again for a while’ (p32)

He meets up with a helpful magician and soothsayer, Quequex and they travel together. ‘a cart drawn by two plodding llamas, those sawed-off camels from Peru’ (p49). Dan serves as a bodyguard and Quequex talks of the Gate of Worlds – his belief that each person reaches a number of turning points in life where their life splits, depending on their decision, each going in a different direction in parallel worlds. ‘For each possible future, there is a possible world beyond the Gate’ (p56). Sadly, this sci-fi concept is not realised in any way – it’s a straight-forward picaresque journey, interspersed with new friendships, threat, battles and disappointments.

Thanks to his travels, Dan matures.

Silverbeg is always readable, though this is probably only for fans of alternative history books and completists.

NONE DARE CALL IT TREASON - Book review

Catherine Gavin’s 1978 novel None Dare Call it Treason is the second in her three books about the French Resistance. The first is Traitors’ Gate (1976) and the third is How Sleep the Brave (1980).

It’s 1942 and Britain’s new allies, the Americans, are landing in vast numbers to fight in Europe and North Africa. General Charles de Gaulle is a particular thorn in the planners’ sides. An abrasive character, de Gaulle is not greatly liked. De Gaulle ‘stands condemned to death by a military court for desertion – in absentia’ (p76). Roosevelt called de Gaulle ‘unreliable, uncooperative and disloyal to both our governments’ (p121). In fact, de Gaulle was kept in the dark about the North African landings – much to his embittered chagrin. ‘De Gaulle’s favourite word was Non’ (277).

A French barrister, Jacques Brunel, is running one of several networks that operate in Occupied France and Vichy France. He gets lumbered with Polly Preston, an eighteen-year-old woman, half-American, half-French who needs to get to America and reunite with what is left of her family. That in a nutshell is the plot. However, once you get past the initial chapter set in London, which is mostly exposition, you get involved in the story and the characters. Gavin’s descriptions of the people and the places put the reader in the scene.

Brunel has a response to the charges against De Gaulle: ‘If and when the Allies bring de Gaulle back to France, nobody will dare accuse him of treason. They’ll be too busy incriminating the collaborators’ (p77).

The point of view is omniscient. The main reason for this approach is that there’s a great deal of narrative relating to the real events from a historical context.

There are many descriptions that bring the scenes to life. ‘they slept until lunchtime in a brass bed with a white honeycomb spread and a red satin quilt which kept slipping down to the carpet as the little hotel shook with the passage of the trains’ (p222).

There is tension aplenty, betrayal, rivalry between different resistance cells, politics, threat, torture, death, and passion too. Gavin was a British war correspondent in France and the Netherlands and she knew the places she describes, and it shows.

The book title is from Epigrams by John Harrington (1561-1612), a two-line poem:

Treason doth never prosper: what's the reason?
Why, if it prosper, none dare call it treason.

PS – An Army lieutenant appears, his name is Morton (p257).

ERUPTION - Book review

Michael Crichton and James Patterson’s Eruption was published in 2024. Crichton died in 2008 and left an unfinished manuscript plus many notes and research details which the ubiquitous Patterson completed and shaped into this novel. 

After a prologue set in Hawaii in 2016, we move to the near-future, April 2025. All the signs are that an enormous eruption of the volcano Mauna Loa is imminent, within a week! ‘If you measure Mauna Loa from its base on the ocean floor, it is almost six miles high – more than three miles underwater, two and a half miles above... largest geographical feature on this planet’ (p69). Its 1994 eruption produced enough lava to bury Manhattan to a depth of 30ft.

John (Mac) MacGregor was a geologist who headed the Hawaiian Volcano Observatory. He has a dedicated team who help monitor the area. There is a second slightly smaller volcano called Mauna Kea that dominates the nearby US Military Reserve. Mac’s main concern is the safety of the major town, Hilo that potentially could be in the path of any eruption’s lava-flow or pyroclastic cloud. Then he learns some staggering information that threatens not only the island but the world if the eruption is not diverted.

Patterson’s tendency to use short chapters ramps up the tension and keeps the pages turning. Inevitably, there’s a lot of technical stuff, but it works. We also get to learn how many lives volcanoes have claimed over the years – not only those people caught in the eruptions, but those studying and investigating the natural phenomena. There’s a helpful map of the Hawaiian islands and 109 chapters.

It’s a blast.

PS: There's a US officer in the story called Morton. Fancy that...

RECOLLECTION OF A JOURNEY - Book review

R.C. Hutchinson’s novel Recollection of a Journey was published in 1952; this edition 1983.

Several of Hutchinson’s novels are about a journey – the human journey through life, with its entire vicissitudes, and this book is no exception. It’s narrated by Stefanie Kolbeck, looking back as an old woman to a time in 1940 when Poland was invaded by the German Army and then by the Soviets. ‘One’s memories of childhood are seldom clear visually’ (p9).

In 1940 Stefanie is pregnant. She has a young daughter Annette with her as she boarded a train to escape bombardment, accompanied by her father-in-law, Julius; they’re returning to the Kolbeck family home, Setory. Her ex-husband Casimir had absconded and she had since wed his brother Victor who was in the Polish army.

History tells us that the contest was uneven, though the Poles fought valiantly. ‘These Prussians, and those barbarians on the other side, they suppose they can make an end of Poland by seizing our people and crushing their bodies; they think they can bury the whole history of our nationhood, make us forget our own tongue...’ (p29). ‘We get our greatness from suffering’ (p227).

When the Germans fled and the Russians took over, life didn’t improve for the Kolbecks and the villagers nearby. ‘All the official guidance we had came from the area propagandist, one much lower in intelligence than most of his kind’ (p224) who extolled the superiority of freedoms enjoyed in the Soviet Union...

The descriptions of the family’s constant upheaval, the privations, the move from one labour camp to another, are thoroughly immersive; the reader is there, sharing this first-person narrative. We view scenes in detail through her eyes. ‘... the image of that session remains upon a separate page of my memory, like a photograph in a family album; blurred at the edges now...’ (p55).

Julius’s ageing father was with the family for a while. ‘... even if he was in physical pain his clouded eyes would be faintly lit with amusement over something scratched from his mind’s vast field...’ (p109). ‘... but in their pinched and cheese-white faces I saw the settled apathy of those to whom life is only death’s postponement’ (p109).

When the family and the villagers are herded towards the train and its cattle trucks the imagery seems totally real: ‘It was light too feeble to reach ourselves. In the darkness where we stood we were only spectators of a shadow play that was at once unreal and oddly sinister, where a waving arm would suddenly protrude from the black sierra, where the glint from a bayonet showed like a falling star’ (230).

Amidst hardship, loss, brutality, ignorance, and death, Stefanie learns compassion and perseverance. ‘The heart, I think, which may be convulsed by lesser griefs, is an instrument too finely made to respond at once to the highest charge of sorrow; it will vibrate a little, and that vibration must continue through the years before the charge is absorbed’ (p121).

Throughout, the novel reads like Stefanie’s autobiography, revealing the suffering of innocent casualties of war, displaced, traumatised and exploited, with great observation, imagery and prose:

‘He did pause for a few moments, as if some breeze had brought to his mind a dust which had to settle’ (p181)

‘He drank it slowly, making little grimaces, as children do with medicine; and this reminded me how much the contentment of the cold depends on the precise observance of their simple routines’ (p211).

‘... that Siberian morning light which gives a stone-like quality to the earth and to every object that it finds...’ (p286).

‘... it began to rain, and soon, at a petulant shout from our commander, the prostrate figures, like the dead summoned to judgement, were struggling all together to their feet’ (p287)

‘... behind the stygian hills the sky had become a furnace in the sunrise; ahead, where the river turned, a soft-fleshed shoulder of the farther heights had caught from this fire an unearthly, roseate glow, and in the thorny scrub which lined the river’s edge that fluorescence was broken into shimmering gold by a million particles of ice’ (p298).

For Stefanie, the journey ends on the Caspian, though we know she eventually moved to the west. It’s a remarkable book by an excellent writer, neglected for too long.

Hutchinson (1907 – 1975) wrote seventeen novels, many of them best-sellers and book club choices in their day.  I’ve previously read his A Child Possessed and March the Ninth which didn’t disappoint.

KOLYMSKY HEIGHTS - Book review

 

Lionel Davidson’s Kolymsky Heights was published in 1994 and garnered great praise as a thriller of over 450 pages. It was his last novel. It’s a spy story with a difference.

A mysterious message is sent out from a secret Russian research station situated in Siberia. Whoever works there cannot leave, ever. A French Canadian Indian, Jean-Baptiste Porteur – renamed Johnny Porter – has had contact with the source of the message. He is recruited by MI6 and CIA to investigate and sneak into the secret complex to find out what is happening there.

Despite its page-count, I found it a fast read.

Davidson provides layer upon layer of detail to make the Indian’s quest believable, and it works very well. Along the way we get to know Porter who manages on his wits to get what he wants. He is good at making friends and enlisting unthinking help. He is good at disguising himself as a man of several nationalities, and employs his vast linguistic knowledge.

Whether it’s the journey from Japan by sea or penetrating the permafrost wasteland of Siberia, you feel the place, feel the cold, smell the engine oil. There are several maps which prove useful.

There is an element of science fiction in the guise of the McGuffin Porter seeks.

It is also a love story.

The final pages are tense, fast-paced and immersive.

I thoroughly enjoyed the journey.

Davidson died in 2009, aged 87.

SHOELESS JOE - Book review

W.P. Kinsella’s 1982 novel Shoeless Joe was filmed as Field of Dreams (1989).

This fantasy story is preceded by a quotation from Bobby Kennedy: ‘Some men see things as they are, and say why, I dream of things that never were, and say why not’.

Ray Kinsella runs a corn farm in Iowa with his wife Annie; they have a five-year-old daughter Karin. Three years ago, ‘when the sky was a robin’s-egg blue and the wind as soft as a day-old chick’ (p3), Ray heard a voice state ‘If you build it, he will come.’

For most of his life Ray has been obsessed with the history and game of baseball, and notably the Black Sox Scandal of 1919 World Series. Eight players, including Ray’s hero Shoeless Joe Jackson, were blamed for throwing the game. Ray stopped playing baseball with his father when they fell out some years ago, and now his father was dead... Another of the players is Moonlight Graham – ‘Nicknames are funny, they just land on you, like waking up one morning with a tattoo. You don’t know how you got it, but you know it’s gonna be with you forever’ (p159).

Ray is drawn by the voice to build a baseball field in the midst of the corn crop and surprisingly Annie agrees – ‘If it makes you happy, do it’ (p4).

So the field is built – at financial risk to the already precarious state of their funds. And, eerily, one night a figure appears on that field – Shoeless Joe Jackson, a young man dressed in his old-time baseball outfit. Ray, Annie and Karin see him and speak to him. Shoeless Joe admires the field: ‘This must be heaven,’ he says. ‘No,’ Ray replies. ‘It’s Iowa’ (p19).

A fan of the writer J.D. Salinger, Ray notes some coincidences in the famous author’s books – even naming characters Kinsella. He is drawn to meet Salinger, who he believes has an interest in baseball. (Salinger was not pleased to feature in the book and the film-makers prudently decided to rename the character for the film). The Salinger character says ‘Other people get into occupations by accident or design, but writers are born. We have to write. I have to write...’ (p109) ‘I dream of things that never were’ (p253) Salinger says, echoing Bobby Kennedy.

Despite Ray’s enthusiasm – ‘I’ll pierce a vein and feed him the sounds, smells, and sights of baseball until he tingles with the same magic that enchants me’(p39) – Salinger is dubious about Ray’s ‘field of dreams’ but gradually comes round to joining him on his return journey home.

Annie’s brother Mark is big in land-deals and presses to buy the farm, even threatening to foreclose. So we have conflict as well as ghosts.

Of course this is more than a story about baseball – and indeed much of that aspect went over my head. It’s about redemption, realising dreams, love, and the poetry of the natural world. ‘The cornstalks are now toast brown in the orangeade sunshine of October, and ball-park smells of burning leaves and frost. The ever-listening corn rustles like crumpling paper in the Indian-summer breeze’ (p28).

As can be seen in these few excerpts from the text, Kinsella has a way with words. ‘You’re terrible,’ says Annie, mischief crackling like static electricity in her eyes’ (p41). ‘I lean my head against the window and look up, noticing a few lamblike clouds in a chrome-blue sky (p94).

Both the book and the film are poignant and never mawkish. Kinsella’s writing style reminds me of Ray Bradbury’s – another Ray! – in the way the author perceives the world.

I recommend you enter this ‘baseball park for a rendezvous with stalled time’ (p221).