The
Last Perfect Summer was absolute magic.
Please understand a novel that centers itself around any
sport as The Last Perfect Summer
does, is like dose of Benadryl with a chamomile tea chaser to me. As a rule, no form of fiction loses my
attention quicker than a story laced with athletics.
So when I say The Last
Perfect Summer is magic, I am saying that it transcends mere “sports genre”
fiction. It is much more than a
story about Little League baseball.
It is a story of the Boomer generation growing up during those hazy
summer days. It’s about small
towns, close-knit neighborhoods, and families that worked hard and sacrificed –
and taught their kids to do the same.
At the center of it all is Teddy Tresh, a successful 40
something that decides to visit a childhood friend who is living in a mental institution. Harry has been hospitalized for years
after contracting encephalitis, which caused brain damage that left him
feeble-minded and hopeless. When
Teddy first sees him after decades, he is determined to connect with his
childhood friend in the only way that seems feasible – reminiscing with Harry
about their days growing up in the small, Western Pennsylvania town of Rockland.
The
Last Perfect Summer shifts back and forth between the
present day conversation with Teddy and Harry and their days as pre-adolescent
boys during the 60s.
Teddy’s visit with Harry is moving. Harry progresses from an aged, confused
psychiatric inmate to a man connecting to whom he was and is through the
stories Teddy tells of their summer in 1964 when their all-star team made it to
the championship.
As touching as those chapters are, it is the chapters
centering on the boy’s life in small-town America in the 1960s that capture the
heart – especially the hearts of those of us in the Baby Boomer generation.
Prence brings it all back. Those early summer mornings where the day stretches ahead
with limitless possibilities - spontaneous games of backyard baseball, crushes
on the cute little girls next door, catching frogs and catching heck from any
mom who caught careless boys stomping through their flower gardens.
Prence’s prose transported me back to my old neighborhood,
the days before Amber Alerts and fears of letting your kid out of your
sight. A time where every kid in
the neighborhood jumped on his bike first thing in the morning, checked in at
dinner time, and made sure he was home when the streetlights came on - a time
when one of the highlights of the afternoon was chugging down a chocolate Coke
at the local drugstore with your buddies.
For a Boomer like me, this book was a welcome vacation to
the halcyon days of my childhood.
For a baseball fan, it would be pure heaven.
Because Little League is the core of Teddy’s childhood
summer - the championship, that golden grail that beckoned. Even for someone uninterested in
baseball, like myself, Prence wove those baseball practices and games into intense
heart pounding spectacles of victories and defeats as seen through the eyes of
a 10 year old boy. Prence’s
writing puts you in the middle of that dusty ball field waiting, with stomach
churning, for that ball to come straight toward you, hands sweaty and heart
racing.
The
Last Perfect Summer is poignant and charming. For Boomers, it’s nostalgic and will
make you smile in recognition of those childhood summer days.
But even if you aren’t a boomer, it’s just a darn good
read.
Courtesy
copy of The Last Perfect Summer obtained from Windy City Publishers in exchange
for an honest review
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