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His name is J. Henry Waugh. He eats delicatessen, drinks in a neighborhood bar, picks up B-girls, and likes country music. But he has one strange obsession. He has devised a baseball game whose every action is determined by a throw of the dice. He is the nighttime proprietor of the Universal Baseball Association, its master and its slave. Robert Coover uses baseball and its almost perfect balance between offense and defense to explore the texture of American life and myth. In doing so, he has created a comic masterpiece.
His name is J. Henry Waugh. He eats delicatessen, drinks in a neighborhood bar, picks up B-girls, and likes country music. But he has one strange obsession. He has devised a baseball game whose every action is determined by a throw of the dice. He is the nighttime proprietor of the Universal Baseball Association, its master and its slave. Robert Coover uses baseball and its almost perfect balance between offense and defense to explore the texture of American life and myth. In doing so, he has created a comic masterpiece.
