The final entry in the fun Henry Wiggins series; how do you let go of the only thing you have ever really known? A great read about an older pitcher faced with the possibility of retirement and trying to hang on for one more season. A good ending to an enjoyable series.
Henry Wiggen, Mark Harris' beloved and bedraggled Southpaw, has returned and this is one comeback that will be welcomed---and not by baseball fans alone. Wiggen is now thirty-nine, a fading veteran with a floating fastball, a finicky prostate, and other intimations of mortality.
Released from the New York Mammoths after nineteen years, twenty-seventh winningest pitcher in baseball history (tied at 247 victories with Joseph J. "Iron Man" McGinnity and John Powell), Wiggen is not ready to hang up his glove.
What impels Henry to pitch against Fate, to trek to California and as far as Japan? He still has a few seasons, a few innings left anyway. Princiled or possessed? You'll have to decide for yourself as author Mark Harris plays out male menopause on familiar American turf: the baseball diamond.