464 pages, Paperback
First published January 1,1995
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Ford's second Bascombe book is truly remarkable. It is filled with a great deal of brilliance and is definitely a career high point for him, worthy of the Pulitzer it won. The Baseball HOF scene is simply devastating and provides a vivid snapshot into late 80's America, which was the acme of The New Materialism. Ford bravely tackles a number of issues, including race relations. While today's audience may cringe at all the references to "Negro" and "Colored," the first-person narrator Frank Bascombe feels incredibly real. There is much to admire in this book, although it does occasionally drag, but then again, it is a 450-page novel. There are also some humorous turns that add to its charm. It makes me eager to finish the trilogy. I had already read the caboose of this train, Let Me Be Frank, his collection of FB short stories, and I'm sure I'll revisit it now. To know Frank, I believe, is to know a big part of Ford.
One thing that I find myself marvelling at is Ford's unique way of describing parenthood. It is very unsentimental. However, Bascombe's Achilles heel is his inability to fully connect with others. He keeps everyone at a distance, almost like a childless author. He is unapologetically selfish. I'm not certain if Ford could have written a character like Bascombe if he had experienced actual fatherhood. This makes a strong case for writing outside of one's familiar zone. I don't think it disqualifies Ford from writing about parenthood. He brings something to the table, perhaps fearlessness, that an experienced father might not have. It's not dissimilar to seeing or inhabiting a white character through the eyes of a person of color. There is a real debate going on about this right now. I will only say this: writers love to IMAGINE. We need to hear all voices and writing can be an exercise in empathy.