Jim Caple Has A Posse
Jim Caple’s first book, “The Devil Wears Pinstripes,” gets a glowing review in the Post-Intelligencer.
Given that Caple used to work at the P-I before he started hanging out with co-eds and dressing like Tigger, it’s not a shock that they liked the book. I’m sure that the positive review is an honest one, though, because Caple is a gifted writer. It sounds like he’s pulling no punches, either: the shots start with the title and continue from there. He calls Yankee Stadium “a garbage dump,” to name one example.
The one critical line in the piece echoes the only beef I’ve ever had with Caple’s work: the tendency to use quips as an end in themselves, thus hitting narrative high spots too quickly and without enough building. In reviewer John Marshall’s words, the book delivers “such an onrushing onslaught of one-liners that the reader’s funny bone suffers comic shock syndrome”
One quality I admire in Caple is his ability to tell the unvarnished truth as he perceives it. I will always remember the Baseball Prospectus pizza feed a few years back where, during a group Q + A session, I asked Caple who he thought the most likely Mariner prospect to make a real impact would be.
Caple gulped, considered his audience, and went ahead anyway with: “Well, I think they really should give a serious shot to Bloomquist.”
Sure, he was met with immediate sneers, harrumphs and gasps. But he knew he would be, and he said it anyway.
Caple’s a witty fellow who isn’t afraid to say what he thinks, qualities that I expect will make this book a good read — and possibly force him into the Witness Protection Program once Yankee fans get ahold of it.