by Robert B. Parker
G.P. Putnam’s Sons (2004)
My favorite drink is a big ice cold glass of water, one you can chug down in a single gulp. Almost all of Robert B. Parker’s novels read just like that—a refreshing ice cold drink on a hot summer’s day.
And then there’s Double Play, which isn’t what you’d call heavy, but a read that goes down more like a couple of shots of gin over ice. It’s one you’ll want to read a bit slower and certainly one to sip and savor.
As much as I enjoy Parker’s Spencer, Jesse Stone and Sunny Randall novels, this one comes at us out of right-field (or at least the right side of the infield) and with a wonderful premise.
One doesn’t have to be a baseball wonk to know that Jackie Robinson came to the Brooklyn Dodgers in 1947, broke the color barrier and in doing so helped not only integrate major league baseball but also stole the first base for America’s integration.
You didn’t have to see him play (which I did in Ebbets Field in ’56) or have interviewed the man who threw him the very first pitch (Johnny Sain) which I have, to know the back story.
Robinson played for years with not only his dignity but his life on the line. There were death threats in almost every ballpark he played in during those early years.
So here comes Parker with Double Play. Read More »