I read this in a coffee shop this morning. It's ... pretty light-hearted, I guess, though I imagine a good deal of the humor has been washed out over the intervening century-plus. There are some ... well, calling them Easter eggs is probably overstating their subtlety, but there are some references to real-world baseball greats in the novel that are aesthetically pleasing. It takes some attention to realize that Keefe (the narrator) is unreliable as hell, especially about his own performance. Whether he's blinded by his ego or desperately defending it is a question I don't have an answer to. A kinda charming glimpse of the USA in the 1910s, through the lens of baseball, if not as hilarious as I was expecting.
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