Pawlie gets to take advantage of the darkness of my winter with a thread reviewing his latest book, “World Serious”– One San Francisco Giants Fan’s 2012 Pilgrimmage.
Well, for starters, I immensely enjoyed the dedication: “To Craig and all at the Flap”. That was a great start to the book.
Here is the review I posted to Amazon on Christmas day:
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I read *World Serious* written by Paul Kocak on Christmas Day, 2012. I purchased a hard copy of it online a couple of weeks ago. As a huge Giants fan still basking in the glow of our second world series in 3 years, it was an easy online purchase. I was going to read it on vacation next week but it was quiet on this particular afternoon, so I decided to read it pre-vacation.It’s a short story, only 55 pages (not counting the epilogue). It’s not a long read, maybe an hour or a little longer. After I finished it, I was compelled to come review it here at Amazon.Mr. Kocak does a brilliant job of telling his tale of a spontaneous journey from New York to California in his quest to celebrate the San Francisco Giant’s World Series appearance in the fall of 2012. He didn’t tell a story that shocked me or had me dangling from the edge of my seat. The book isn’t about kick-starting your adrenaline. But that’s not what baseball is about, either. He wrote a book that read with the easy, perfect flow of a mid-Summer game at AT&T Park. There’s an “A. Bartlett Giamatti” feel to this book.His coast-2-coast *pilgrimage* balances the subtle vulnerabilities of his life against the deep seated love and commitment he clearly has to the San Francisco Giants franchise. And he shares these personal details with the backdrop of the poetry that is almost naturally associated with the game of baseball. I read many, many sentences in this book over and over again. As a reader, when you’re doing that, you know you’ve found a special writer.And the fact that Kocak is an east coast native, a near life long New Yorker who has lived his life as a lifelong Giants fan since he was 5 years old, all the while in the hostile confines of Yankee/Met territory, makes the book that much more intriguing.
I completely endorse this book and would recommend it to any baseball fan interested in a great read about about a single fan’s commitment to a moment in baseball time that he (or those who read this book) will never forget.”
Here’s a pic of the book. I stuck it in our still undisturbed Christmas tree. That’s called *subliminal advertising*. It’s quite likely you’ll now be compelled to buy this book and give it to someone as a gift.
Some might say I gave him such a glowing review because we are friends and those people would be mistaken. When I referenced A-Bart, what I meant was that he puts words together that make you appreciate the beauty of the language. Giamatti did this, too. For instance, after he arrives at Blade’s aunt’s house, he writes “To my left, the sun was setting, bleaching out visibility up Irving Street. A bronze gauzy haze drenched the streetscape.” Anyone who’s ever been in the Sunset District around this time of day knows exactly what he saw that day and so perfectly put to words….
I’m not going to review the entire book in this space. I think most of you know how the story ends. As I reflect back on it a few weeks later, the thing I liked most about the book is that it wasn’t a book about baseball. I mean, there were the obvious correlations. But when you get to the core of it, it’s about the simple complexities of normal, daily human interaction. And he writes about it in a way that makes you wish the book was longer than 55 pages….
At some point this winter, I’ll probably read it again.