A baseball team is a lot like a whaling ship: in each case, a group of men who might otherwise have little in common spend an inordinate amount of time in close and not-so-comfortable quarters, excluding the world, in pursuit of a common goal. And if there’s one book whose musicality and vigor and humor I’d like to be able to measure up to, though of course I’m doomed to fail, it’s Moby-Dick.
Paris Review – Chad Harbach on ‘The Art of Fielding’, Robyn Creswell