Tuesday, November 28, 2006

Favorable review

When I saw the envelope, with the return address of Richard Lindberg, I knew what it was about. Lindberg is the unofficial historian of the Chicago White Sox and author of several books, including the authoratative "Chicago White Sox Encyclopedia."

Lindberg was good enough to give me a "dust jacket blurb" for my Red Faber biography. As is common in these sorts of projects, his comments were prepared after reading a handful of chapters, before the entire manuscript was final.

What would he think about the finished product?

With your indulgence, I would like to share his critique:

"I received the book in the mail this weekend, and wanted to commend you for the engaging and thought-provoking narrative. It is a fine book, well-written and thoroughly researched. It appears that you have solved the Mostil-Faber riddle nicely, although new questions are are raised about Barrett and Mostil!

"McFarland did a nice job of design and layout, and the picures enhance the strength of the text. A biography of the old Redhead was long overdue, and you have succeeded in filling an important gap in the historiography of the White Sox, as well as Iowa baseball.

"My congratulations to you, and all the best!"

Whew! After working on such an extensive project, and becoming immersed in it, it's hard to know whether others will be interested or whether it will be accepted. It's exciting (for me at least) to receive this affirmation from an author and a leading expert on White Sox history.

2 comments:

erik hogstrom said...

That's great!
I remember something about catching a baseball off of a top of a big building.
Have you ever considered *STARTING* the Ray Schalk book at that point, and then relaying the earlier portions of his life in flashback?

Brian Cooper said...

Great idea! The Tribune said the ball was falling an estimated "two miles a minute." At 120 mph, that would have been faster than any pitch he would have seen. Plus, there was the challenge of dealing with a ball coming from straight overhead and moving in whatever drafts there were along Michigan Ave. Last night, I came across an article about Schalk and a teammate -- a pitcher who had messed up in the inning just concluded -- coming to blows in the dugout. Schalk, by far the smaller man in the battle, was declared the victor of the scuffle in a unanimous decision.