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Saturday, January 4, 2025

A Sense of Doubt blog post #3609 - 2024 - Year in Books



A Sense of Doubt blog post #3609 - 2024 - Year in Books

Sometime in early summer, I entered the Good Reads Reading Challenge with a 75 book goal, which I just met (exactly) and would not have met had graphic novels not counted.

My Good Reads:


I do not write one of these book round-ups every year. I didn't report on 2023, though I think I planned to do so.

I did one for 2020:

Sunday, August 8, 2021
Perhaps I should do one soon for 2021 - 2023, and then I am complete at least consecutively to 2017, though I could go back farther at least to the start of HEY MOM (2015).

ON READING

Back in early 2023, I decided to save prose books for audio and read comics and graphic novels nightly with my precious and all too brief eyeball reading time as one cannot listen to graphic novels.

In late 2023, after buying Jagged Emerald City at a con and starting it and rather liking it, I took up reading prose books with my eyes as much as time allows.

In the summer, when I taking time out of my week to lie in the hammock on the porch, I read more, and so several of the books in my 2024 list were finished in the hammock.

Also, I was on a book buying freeze, which didn't last, especially if I take the time to read reviews in Locus, which is how I cam to acquire Mother Howl, Silver Nitrate, Tread of Angels, and Even Though I Knew The End. All of which were okay but none blew me away.

I read several books for our Northwest Voices visiting authors, including several by Rene Denfeld and the one novel by Kimberly King Parsons, which sadly I read AFTER she visited.

I spent a large chunk of the year on the SANDERSON book. August 8th - November 14th to be precise. This was during the time that my Dad passed away. I took the book with me to Michigan, where I spent two weeks saying goodbye and having the Memorial and all the things.

I rarely read books of poetry cover-to-cover in a short time span until I am done, but in 2024, I read two: Orlam by PJ Harvey and Elegy by Larry Levis. Both of which are now among my favorite books of poetry of all time.

There's textbooks in this list, too, because I am back at school.

After being gifted The Alchemist back in the '90s, I finally read it. Didn't really care for it.

I was also underwhelmed by The Way of Kings by Sanderson, though I am told that things get more exciting and enthralling in the next few books, so maybe, some day. Not now.

There's some re-reads in this list as well, beyond just the annual re-read of Dickens' "A Christmas Carol." I re-read Child Finder by Denfeld, which was the whole reason we invited her, that book. I re-read The First Fifteen Lives of Harry August, which I adore. I re-read the first two volumes of Friday before reading the third and final volume. I read Dean Koontz's book on fiction a lot, so that one. I re-read Against Authority by John Twelve Hawks because I plan to write about it on this here blog. I re-read The Best We Could Do to teach it as well as Watchmen, which didn't even make the list, so actually 76 books, unless I didn't re-read Watchmen in the winter. Not sure. Finishing The Science Fiction Hall of Fame is in m any ways a re-read, though I had never read them cover-to-cover when I was younger.

I re-read Broken Monsters by Lauren Beukes. Many re-reads are research for my own fiction writing.
Elektra Lives Again, Midnight Nation, and Nightwing: Leaping Into the Light were also all re-reads.

Best books of the year are as follows.

If you like the slow-burn, female-centered, first-person, fantasy romance, then I would list Jagged Emerald City as one of my favorite books of the year.

After that one, and not counting re-reads, The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue is one of the best books I have ever read.

Though I like the Lisbeth Salander books, and though I am a huge fan of Stephen King's character Holly Gibney, I would not place any of these as best books of the year. So, here's the top five (again without re-reads):

TOP FIVE BOOKS OF 2024

The Invisible Life of Addie LaRue
Jagged Emerald City
Elegy
Orlam
Silhouettes and Shadows - the secret history of David Bowie's Scary Monsters and Super Creeps

Since I left out graphic novels, here's a second list of those as best books of the year, top five (including re-reads):

TOP FIVE GRAPHIC NOVELS

Friday (all three volumes)  _ Brubaker/Martin
My Favorite Thing is Monsters - Emil Ferris
Where the Body Was - Brubaker/Phillips
Nightwing: Leaping Into the Light - Taylor/Redondo
The Best We Could Do - Thi Bui

Now, granted, both lists feature bias. Nightwing is my favorite superhero, so his book makes the list, and I am teaching The Best We Could Do, so that surely should make the list.

Likewise, as a huge David Bowie fan, the book on Scary Monsters makes the list, which excludes other excellent books that could make the list, such as Sleeping Giants, Infomocracy, or even and especially my friend Sue's novel The Baseball Widow, which had been atop my to read with eyeballs stack going back to 2022 right before I started the graphic novels thing.

I surely could add more honorable mentions or exceptions, such as the beloved re-reads aforementioned or great reads like The Story of Pop Music, my adored books by A Year in the Country, and Mark Fisher's Ghosts of My Life, which is also fantastic.

Of course, also, not counted, is a manuscript I read for my friend Helene, which will be a book at some point in the future.

Perhaps, you find some interesting things in my book review.

By going to GOOD READS, you can read individual reviews of all these books, though some are very short.

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- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 2501.04 - 10:10

- Days ago: MOM = 3473 days ago & DAD = 129 days ago

- New note - On 1807.06, I ceased daily transmission of my Hey Mom feature after three years of daily conversations. I post Hey Mom blog entries on special occasions. I post the days since ("Days Ago") count on my blog each day, and now I have a second count for Days since my Dad died on August 28, 2024. I am now in the same time zone as Google! So, when I post at 10:10 a.m. PDT to coincide with the time of Mom's death, I am now actually posting late, so it's really 1:10 p.m. EDT. But I will continue to use the time stamp of 10:10 a.m. to remember the time of her death and sometimes 13:40 EDT for the time of Dad's death. The blog entry numbering in the title has changed to reflect total Sense of Doubt posts since I began the blog on 0705.04, which include Hey Mom posts, Daily Bowie posts, and Sense of Doubt posts. Hey Mom posts will still be numbered sequentially. New Hey Mom posts will use the same format as all the other Hey Mom posts; all other posts will feature this format seen here.
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Friday, January 3, 2025

A Sense of Doubt blog post #3608 - No One Will Ever Surpass Rickey Henderson: RIP



A Sense of Doubt blog post #3608 - No One Will Ever Surpass Rickey Henderson: RIP


Rickey Henderson died.

Too young.

Just a simple share today.

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https://www.espn.com/mlb/story/_/id/43091107/rickey-henderson-greatest-leadoff-hitter-mlb-history-stolen-base-king

Why no leadoff hitter will ever top Rickey Henderson






Bradford Doolittle, ESPN Staff Writer
Dec 21, 2024, 06:05 PM ET



If you could name one player in the history of baseball who was the Platonic ideal of a leadoff hitter, who would you name?

Rickey.

Even today, 21 years after Rickey Henderson's last big league appearance and as the news of his death just four days before his 66th birthday reached us, that first name is likely the immediate response to the question. That's your answer whether you're a Gen Xer who was a child when Henderson broke in with the Oakland Athletics, or a Gen Zer who was a child when he played his last game for the Los Angeles Dodgers 25 years later.

Rickey. If you have even a passing knowledge of baseball history, that name is all you need to answer the question. The name encapsulates so much.

Set aside for a second everything you know (or think you know) about Henderson as a one-of-a-kind personality and just consider what he was on the field. There, too, he was singular, and not just because he threw left-handed and batted righty.

For every team, the leadoff hitter is one of the most important roles on the roster -- and it was a role Henderson played better than anyone before or since.

What Rickey did

Think of the crucial traits you want in a leadoff hitter: getting on base, stealing bases and scoring runs. Let's take them in order.

1. Getting on base.

Henderson is one of just 63 players to retire with a career on-base percentage over .400. Only three players reached base more times than his career total of 5,343: Pete Rose, Barry Bonds and Ty Cobb.

Henderson started 2,890 games during his quarter century in the majors. He batted leadoff in 2,875 of those games. Rose was a leadoff hitter for the majority of his career, but he also started more than 1,100 games in other spots. Bonds started off as a leadoff hitter but is much better known for what he did further down in the lineup. Cobb started just 29 games in the leadoff slot.

In other words, no leadoff hitter has ever gotten on base more often than Henderson.

And of course, there was no player who you wanted to keep off the bases more, because he did so much damage once he was there.

2. Stealing bases.

Steals is the category that will likely always be most associated with Henderson. He's the all-time leader in single-season steals (130 in 1982) and the career leader (1,406). That career total is almost right at 50% above the second-highest mark, Lou Brock's 938.

It's hard to describe how we looked at Henderson during his apex in the 1980s, a decade in which he swiped 838 bags. It almost felt like he had broken baseball. Perhaps the perfect example of this: July 29, 1989, when Henderson was playing for Oakland and facing Seattle, with future Hall of Fame lefty Randy Johnson starting for the Mariners. Henderson played the full game and did not record an official at-bat. Instead, he walked four times, stole five bases and scored four runs.

Every walk felt like at least a double but perhaps a triple; so did every single. The geometry of the sport felt inadequate to accommodate his ability. You can't help but wonder how many bases Henderson might steal now, with the new set of steal-friendly rules in place.

Let's say a long-ball hitter dominated the home run category over his peers the way Henderson did the stolen base column. That slugger would have finished with around 1,143 homers -- or 1.5 times the final tally for Bonds.

When Henderson broke Brock's all-time mark in 1991, he still had more than a decade left in his career. He finished that season, his age-32 campaign, with 994 steals. From age 33 on, he tacked on another 412, a total which by itself would rank 68th on the career list.

With so many things Henderson did, the scope of it all now takes on an air of mythology, because he did it so well for so long. Henderson first led the American League in steals with 100 swipes in 1980; he was 21. He last led the AL in steals in 1998 with 66 -- when he was 39.

3. Scoring runs.

Despite all those stolen bases, and all those times on base, Henderson likely still saw those things as a means to his ultimate goal for any trip to the plate: scoring.

In 2009, around the time of his induction to the Hall of Fame, Henderson told reporters, "To me the most important thing was stirring things up and scoring some runs so we could win a ballgame."

No one scored more runs. His 2,295 times crossing the plate is the record, 50 more than Cobb and 68 more than Bonds. Only eight players have ever cracked the 2,000-run barrier. The active leader -- the Dodgers' Freddie Freeman, who has played 15 years in the majors -- is at 1,298, nearly 1,000 shy of the mark. It's a staggering figure.

What Rickey meant

For much of his career, a lot of what Henderson did beyond stealing bases was underappreciated. He played so long that he was around to see perceptions of baseball value shift more than in any time in the sport's history, but during most of his years, batting average earned more attention than on-base percentage, and RBIs held sway over runs.

The illustration of this came in 1985, when Henderson batted leadoff for a Yankees team that featured that year's MVP, Don Mattingly. It might have been Henderson's best overall season: He hit .314 while drawing 99 walks, stealing 80 bases, clubbing 24 homers and scoring 146 runs -- his career high, a figure tied for the fourth-highest total of the integration era.

If current analytical practices were in place then, Henderson would have been the likely AL MVP, as his 9.9 bWAR total led the AL (and dwarfed that of Mattingly, who won the award with 6.5). Henderson finished third in a hotly contested race among himself, Mattingly and George Brett.

Mattingly's 145 RBIs likely won the votes he needed for that award, but he wouldn't have reached that total without Henderson in front of him: Donnie Baseball drove in Rickey 56 times that season. Henderson did win an MVP award in 1990 -- but he probably should have won one or two more.

Eventually, the analytics caught up with Henderson's greatness, and there are few who would dispute his stature at this point. We have WAR at our disposal now, and Henderson's total of 111.1 is the 19th highest in the history of a sport that dates to 1871 -- without a doubt, among the very best who ever put on a uniform.

Still, he was more than his numbers. For legions of Gen X baseball fans, especially those on the West Coast, he represents childhood. Whether it was the mere act of stealing a base or imitating his sleek, low-slung, head-first slide into the bag, he was one of those players you would pretend to be on the sandlot. He was one of those players you wished you could be.

If you were of that generation, you were about 10 years old when he arrived in Oakland in 1979. By the time he finally left the majors -- not of his own volition, as Henderson would have played on and on if it were up to him -- you were in your mid-30s, with adult responsibilities and virtually no memory of Major League Baseball without Rickey.

Henderson was almost without antecedent, the only real historical comparison being the legendary Cool Papa Bell of the Negro Leagues. Whatever you might think of Henderson given his quirky and often misinterpreted public persona, the man knew his history. He would sometimes use "Cool Papa Bell" as an alias when checking into a hotel.

My favorite anecdote about Henderson might be apocryphal, at least in that I have no way to verify it. But it's harmless, so I'll pass it along. There's something beautiful in imagining it to be true.

A few years ago when I was in Cooperstown, I was chatting with a man who kept a boat on one of the docks of Otsego Lake, which spreads away from the bottom of the hill on which Cooperstown resides.

The man told me that during the weekend on which Henderson was inducted, Rickey approached him and asked how much it would cost to be taken out in the man's boat. They agreed to a price and headed out. Henderson was "dressed to the nines" and wearing wraparound sunglasses.

The unlikely pair went out into the water a ways, then stopped. Henderson sat there looking back at the village, home to baseball's immortals, arrayed along the hillside. He didn't speak. Just looked, swaying with the water. After a few minutes, Henderson asked to be taken back to shore. That was it. The man had no idea what Henderson was thinking about during those minutes.

That was in 2009, four years after Henderson played his last season in independent ball in 2005. For the 39 years before that, since his pro career began in the minors in 1976 when he was 17, he did it his way, which was the perfect way.

In doing so, he became more than a player, but an archetype. Rickey, the leadoff man. No one will ever be more suited for a role on the baseball field than he was for that job. And no one is likely to ever do it better.



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- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 2503.03 - 10:10

- Days ago: MOM = 3472 days ago & DAD = 128 days ago

- New note - On 1807.06, I ceased daily transmission of my Hey Mom feature after three years of daily conversations. I post Hey Mom blog entries on special occasions. I post the days since ("Days Ago") count on my blog each day, and now I have a second count for Days since my Dad died on August 28, 2024. I am now in the same time zone as Google! So, when I post at 10:10 a.m. PDT to coincide with the time of Mom's death, I am now actually posting late, so it's really 1:10 p.m. EDT. But I will continue to use the time stamp of 10:10 a.m. to remember the time of her death and sometimes 13:40 EDT for the time of Dad's death. The blog entry numbering in the title has changed to reflect total Sense of Doubt posts since I began the blog on 0705.04, which include Hey Mom posts, Daily Bowie posts, and Sense of Doubt posts. Hey Mom posts will still be numbered sequentially. New Hey Mom posts will use the same format as all the other Hey Mom posts; all other posts will feature this format seen here.
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