In the second book of his four-part series narrated by fictitious southpaw Henry Wiggen, Mark Harris continues to reveal the human side of baseball minus the cliches. In this second installment, Wiggen, now known as "Author," is a father, a seller of insurance, and an established ace in the New York Mammoths' rotation. He then also becomes the sole companion of Bruce Pearson, the third-string Mammoths catcher, when he learns that Pearson is dying of Hodgkin's disease. Unable to bear the secret alone, Wiggen tells certain members of the team, but word eventually spreads, and it is this tragedy that ultimately brings the team together for a World Series win. Harris maintains Wiggen's colloquialisms and unique manner of speech, and he allows the reader to witness Pearson's suffering with Wiggen. This book is a must-read for baseball fans, especially those who enjoyed "The Southpaw" and who've seen the movie.

3504. Bang the Drum Slowly By Henry W. Wiggen Certain of His Enthusiasms Restrained by Mark Harris (read 27 Nov 2001) I recently ran across a list of "Top 100 Novels of the 20th Century" which did not include some books which are on other lists and which omitted books I despise (e.g., Portnoy's Complaint, or The Ginger Man) and I found that I had only read 50 of the 100 books on the list. This book was listed as no. 17, and I had never heard of it so I read it. It is a sequel to The Southpaw which should have been read first, but I did not do so. This is a baseball story, with fake major league players and teams laid in 1955. Since we know the Dodgers won the 1955 World Series old literalist me had trouble with these fictional guys winning it. But this tells a fair story, and one could read it without wanting to quit, though it was not a highlight in my month's reading. ( )

I first read Bang the Drum Slowly as a high school student and it stayed on my mind for several days after I finished it. In fact, it had such an impact on the way that I saw life that I was more than a little reluctant to read it again, fearing that my fond memories of the book would be spoiled. That kind of thing has happened to me several times in the past, but not this time. Bang the Drum Slowly is still the great book that I experienced the first time around.

In the era before free agency rules made millionaires out of very mediocre baseball players, even all-star left-handed pitchers had to find work in the off season. Henry Wiggin, star lefthander for what was probably the best team in baseball during the early 1950s, the New York Mammoths, was no exception. Henry took to selling life insurance and annuities to his fellow ball players and he became quite good at his sales job. One of Henry’s customers was Bruce Pearson, a third-string Mammoth catcher who bought an insurance policy covering his life only to later discover that he was dying of Hodgkin's Lymphoma, a disease that was incurable in the 1950s.

Bang the Drum Slowly at its base is a realistic baseball novel told in the words (and with the spelling skills) of a small town boy born during the Depression who had the physical skills to become a major league baseball pitcher. It is an honest look at what goes on off the field and in the clubhouse when athletes spend more time on the road, and with each other, than they spend with their wives and children. There are racial tensions, drinking problems, womanizing and personality clashes that have to be dealt with by management, a baseball management generally interested only in the club’s bottom line.

The heart of this story, however, is the bad break that fate has handed Bruce Pearson. He faces imminent death even in what turns out to be the best season of his career. Henry Wiggin, feeling protective of the naïve Pearson, does his best to keep Pearson’s secret from team management and their teammates. But when word of Pearson’s situation slowly begins to leak, amazing things begin to happen to the New York Mammoths and to Bruce Pearson.

Mark Harris, who passed away just a few weeks ago, will long be remembered for Bang the Drum Slowly, a book that was chosen by Sports Illustrated as one of the Top 100 sports books of all time. This book has something for baseball fans and non-sports fans alike and, even after such a long absence, I enjoyed spending time again with Henry Wiggin.

Rated at 4.0 ( )