The Celebrant, by Eric Rolfe Greenberg

I finished reading Eric Rolfe Greenberg’s novel The Celebrant last week for my baseball literature class.  To be honest, I wasn’t sure how I felt about the book at first, but the more I think about it, the more I like it.

CelebrantThis novel presents a mashup of true baseball history with a fictional plot.  As he chronicles some of the major games in the career of New York Giants pitcher Christy Mathewson, Greenberg also introduces us to the fictional character Jackie Kapp.  Jackie Kapp comes from a family of Jewish immigrants that owns a jewelry-making business.  Jackie is a Giants fan who comes to idolize Mathewson after watching Mathewson’s first no-hitter in July 1901, while on the road in St. Louis.  To commemorate the achievement, Jackie designs a ring for Mathewson.  Mathewson is so impressed by the ring that he refers to Jackie as “Master Kapp.”

The story also draws in two of Jackie’s brothers, Eli and Arthur, who are also active members of the family business.  Eli is a free-spending gambler, as we learn right off the bat (no pun intended) when he bets on Mathewson’s success all through that first no-hitter.  Arthur, meanwhile, is the complete opposite of Eli: a no-nonsense, unsympathetic, money-and-numbers-driven businessman.  Throughout the novel, we see Jackie somewhat caught between the two brothers, understanding Arthur’s aims while sympathizing more with Eli’s free-spirited approach.

The primary focus of the story, however, is on the progression of the careers of both Christy Mathewson and Jackie Kapp.  Both careers take off gloriously, with Mathewson’s gem of a no-hitter leading and Kapp’s creation of a magnificent ring that would, at least in this story, lead to the proliferation of commemoration rings for championship teams.  Both men have the utmost respect for the craft of the other, and they spend much of the novel admiring each other’s work from afar.  Jackie Kapp is the intended reference for the novel’s title — he is “the celebrant” of baseball — although it might be argued that Mathewson is, in his own way, a celebrant of Kapp’s work as well.

As time goes on, however, both men experience a steady decline in their careers.  Jackie grows increasingly frustrated by the commercialization of his jewelry.  Mathewson’s baseball career ends with some disappointing games, and his final role with the game is shrouded in disappointment over the 1919 World Series scandal.

At various points in the book, Greenberg’s language becomes overwrought with detail, which sometimes makes for a laborious read.  This same detail also provides for some delightful moments in the novel, especially when Greenberg describes the play-by-play of some key games.  Overall, though, my favorite characteristic of this book is in the idea of a celebrant in the world of baseball.  While his obsession with Mathewson’s career is borderline creepy, Jackie Kapp has a deep and genuine appreciation and love for the game and for the performance of his idol.  He and Mathewson both strive to live their lives and pursue their careers according to the ideals they have in relation to their respective worlds.

While I wouldn’t call it the best baseball novel that I have read, I certainly do have an appreciation for The Celebrant.

This day in baseball: 1908 NL pennant race

Approximately two week’s after Merkle’s Boner took place, the Cubs faced off once again against the New York Giants on October 8, 1908.  The two teams had finished the season tied in the race, so the tie game that resulted from Fred Merkle’s base-running blunder was replayed in order to determine a National League pennant winner.  In the makeup game, Christy Mathewson was out-pitched by Three Finger Brown as the Cubs defeated the Giants, 4-2.

Mordecai "Three Finger" Brown (Library of Congress)
Mordecai “Three Finger” Brown (Library of Congress)

“A Ballad of Baseball Burdens,” by Franklin Pierce Adams

This poem by Franklin Pierce Adams was first published in 1912 in his book, In Other Words.

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The burden of hard hitting. Slug away
Like Honus Wagner or like Tyrus Cobb.
Else fandom shouteth: “Who said you could play?
Back to the jasper league, you minor slob!”
Swat, hit, connect, line out, get on the job.
Else you shall feel the brunt of fandom’s ire
Biff, bang it, clout it, hit it on the knob—
This is the end of every fan’s desire.

The burden of good pitching. Curved or straight.
Or in or out, or haply up or down,
To puzzle him that standeth by the plate,
To lessen, so to speak, his bat-renoun:
Like Christy Mathewson or Miner Brown,
So pitch that every man can but admire
And offer you the freedom of the town—
This is the end of every fan’s desire.

The burden of loud cheering. O the sounds!
The tumult and the shouting from the throats
Of forty thousand at the Polo Grounds
Sitting, ay, standing sans their hats and coats.
A mighty cheer that possibly denotes
That Cub or Pirate fat is in the fire;
Or, as H. James would say, We’ve got their goats—
This is the end of every fan’s desire.

The burden of a pennant. O the hope,
The tenuous hope, the hope that’s half a fear,
The lengthy season and the boundless dope,
And the bromidic; “Wait until next year.”
O dread disgrace of trailing in the rear,
O Piece of Bunting, flying high and higher
That next October it shall flutter here:
This is the end of every fan’s desire.

ENVOY

Ah, Fans, let not the Quarry but the Chase
Be that to which most fondly we aspire!
For us not Stake, but Game; not Goal, but Race—
THIS is the end of every fan’s desire.