Posts Tagged ‘baseball’



February 17th, 2019 Posted 7:13 am

On Sunday we’ve been doing beginnings – all the Peter Abrahams novels, including those written under the Spencer Quinn pen name. Here, from 1995, THE FAN  (filmed by Tony Scott with a fine cast). Sports often play a role in PA’s work, but never more than in this one. It begins with sports talk radio – a kind of Greek chorus that appears several times in the book. Gil is the fan.

[“Peter Abrahams’ The Fan is a shrewdly crafted thriller about a spoiled, egotistical home run hitter and the schlemiel hunting knife dealer’s rep whose hero worship metastasizes into obsession…the tale’s sharp characterizations, crisp style, and unpredictable plot twists add up to a highly credible and suspenseful literary entertainment.” – Entertainment Weekly]

“Who’s next? Gil on the car phone? What’s shaking’, Gil?”

Dead air.

“Speak, Gil.”

“Is this …”

“Go on.”


“You’re on the JOC.”

“Am I on?”

“Not for long, Gil, the way we’re going. This is supposed to be entertainment.”

Dead air.

“Got a question or a comment for us, Gil?”

“First-time caller.”

“Fantabulous. What’s on your mind?”

“I’m a little nervous.”


RIP Stretch

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November 1st, 2018 Posted 8:19 am

Willie McCovey, one of our favorite ball players, and his name will live for a long time, partly on account of McCovey Cove.


Congrats, Red Sox!


October 29th, 2018 Posted 8:02 am

Now I need some sleep.

Baseball comes up a lot in the writing of Peter Abrahams (aka Spencer Quinn). Here’s a little something from TO FETCH A THIEF (3rd in the Chet and Bernie series but they can be read in any order! Don’t forget – Bernie pitched for Army):

Were we going anyplace special? I didn’t know, but I never turned down the chance for a walk. Soon we came to one of those places for throwing baseballs at milk bottles. We’d been to one before, me, Bernie, Suzie. The guy running it – tattoos all over his face, I never like that in a human – told us to get the hell out of there and never come back. By that time Bernie had won too many stuffed animals to carry, but why anyone would want even one was beyond me.



Inside Baseball


October 26th, 2018 Posted 9:09 am

We drove toward the sun, through a few neighborhoods a lot like our own, then past a baseball field with a kids’ game going on. I didn’t understand baseball but it always looked like fun, and the ball itself I loved. Who’d have guessed what the insides were like? At that very moment a kid swung his bat and the ball went soaring into the sky. We weren’t going very fast. Would it be totally impossible to –

“Che – et?” Bernie had this way of sometimes saying my name real slow. The ball hit the grass and bounced toward the outfield fence in lovely long hops that made me want to – “Che – et?” We drove on.



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