Donadieu’s Will (1937) by Georges Simenon. Atypical novel for the author, less a crime story than a family saga about greed and surviving. Pretty good, though much slower moving than the usual Simenon fare.
Three Bedrooms in Manhattan (1946) by Georges Simenon. Another slightly atypical one, no crime at all here. Sort of a Lost Weekend meets Edward Hopper’s "Nighthawks" vibe. Well-written but the two main characters were a bit ridiculous with their overwrought behavior.
Ball Four (1970; 2014 edition) by Jim Bouton. Re-read after 25 or so years. Still excellent, funny lines on every page. Difficult to compare to James' Historical Abstract, Kahn's Boys of Summer or Ritter's Glory of Their Times, but I'd say it belongs with those titles on a Mount Rushmore of baseball books. The updates (from 1980, 1990, 2000, 2014) were okay, especially reading about what some of the characters have been up to and Bouton patching things up with Mickey Mantle and being invited back to Yankee Stadium, but there was too much on Bouton's personal life (business dealings, divorce, finding new love, and a tragedy involving his daughter).
By the way, this June marks the 50th anniversary of Ball Four's publication. Someone's got to put together a theme league. Did you know Joe "Shitfuck" Schultz has a terrific pinch hitting season from 1946? .386/.485/.456 in 73 PA.
2/26/2020 1:12 PM (edited)