Praise for
Believeniks!
“This is a book about baseball in the way that
Moby-Dick is a book about whaling; for Felt and Conklin, balls and strikes are quantifiers of hope and heartbreak. They understand what we all have to learn: that to strike out on a 3-2 count after fouling off half a dozen pitches is a good at-bat.” —David Gates, author of
Jernigan “If the writers sound in these pages like they have almost no hope, that’s because they don’t. They have only determination and unrealistic longing. Loving the Mets is like loving Esperanto or Betamax. It’s just kind of a bad idea. That’s what makes this book so tragicomic, so operatic, so human.” —Rick Moody, author of
The Diviners “It’s said that losing builds character, but it’s obvious that Ivan Felt and Harris Conklin were characters well before the ill-starred ’05 season. In a genre that’s often bloodless, they bare maybe too much of their hearts as the Amazins stumble down the stretch.
Believeniks! is a funny, funky chronicle of their shared leap of faith into the abyss.”
—Stewart O’Nan, coauthor of
Faithful “John Cheever once said that all literary men are Red Sox fans; here to put the lie to that are Ivan Felt and Harris Conklin, whose
Believeniks! is the best book of its kind since Stephen King and Stewart O’Nan’s
Faithful. The Mets may only have warning-track power, but Felt and Conklin send
Believeniks! screaming out of the yard.”
—Mark Winegardner, author of
Crooked River Burning “Like a seeing-eye single between short and third with a speedy runner dashing for the dish,
Believeniks! scores just when you think the game should have been over. In that sense, it is archetypically, quintessentially Mets. One might say it is a Queens avatar.”
—Stephen King, coauthor of
Faithful “We may or may not be what we eat; but we are who we support, and Ivan Felt and Harris Cronklin are the New York Mets of literature. I am English, and was therefore unable to follow the Mets’ fortunes in 2005 with as much attention as I’d have liked. But I am sure
Believeniks! is the tribute and testament that this venerable New York institution deserved.” —Nick Hornby, author of
Fever Pitch
Some are born to Mets fandom, others have it thrust upon them; born in Queens, in 1954, son of the first team doctor in Mets history, poet HARRIS CONKLIN claims both fates. Any fond memories of clubhouse hijinks are brief, alas, as his father was dismissed after failing to correctly diagnose a bone spur in the foot of Ed "The Original Met" Kranepool. A graduate of the City University of New York, he is a two-time fellow of the Chipwich Writer’s Colony. He presently teaches poetry and composition at Queens College, in Queens.
Born in 1953, IVAN FELT was raised in Greenwich Village. His parents—Albert, an accountant for the Textile Workers Union, and Sophie, a schoolteacher—were well-known as the folk duo “Albert and Sophie,” best remembered for their song “Two-Cent Plain.” Ivan, educated at NYU and Berkeley, is currently Alton Skutsch Carey Distinguished Professor of Commodity Aesthetics at Hunter College–CUNY and occupies space on the waiting lists of numerous middle income housing developments.